A/N: So this chapter is super late and I'm sorry about that. I've had it written for a while but I wasn't happy enough with it to post it. Last week I got inspired to write a Bade Hogwarts AU so that took up my writing time last week, and then this week I fell into another fandom and another ship so I just didn't feel like writing Bade. I am sorry and I will try to update weekly from now on. Remember to review!

They'd had variations of this conversation a hundred times, but it still hadn't come to any kind of conclusion. They were sitting on the cream leather seats in the first class section of a plane somewhere above the Atlantic. The problem was that once the decision was made, it couldn't be unmade, and their child would be stuck with it for the rest of their life.

'Caroline.'

'I like Caro. But Caroline feels too Southern Belle.'

'Louise?'

'Ugh. No. Persephone.'

'We are not naming our daughter after the goddess of death.'

'She's the queen of the Underworld and the goddess of flowers. It's badass and cute. The perfect name.'

'Diana.'

'Willow.'

'Annabelle.'

'Lorelei?'

'I can't hear that name and not think of Gilmore Girls.'

They were laying on the rug in the nursery, staring at the faux leaf canopy, trying to find some inspiration for a baby name. There was a list now, though it was short and in no particular order, and they were no closer to picking a favourite than they had been a month ago.

'What about flower names? Ivy?'

'I like Ivy, add it to the list. Violet?'

'Jasmine?'

'Jessamine.'

'Annabelle.'

'You said that already. Persephone.'

'You said that already.'

'Well, she already has cousins named Ariadne and Calypso, and the dog's name is Tisiphone, technically.'

'We are not picking our baby's name to fit in with the dog's. And I can't believe you got Hunter to agree to those.'

'Ariadne and Calypso are great names. So is Persephone. And Megara.'

'I could get behind Megara. Add it to the list. Vanessa? We could shorten to Nessa.'

'I like Nessa but I'm not mad about Vanessa.'

'Juliette? With the fancy extra T and E that you like.'

'Hmm. Maybe. I feel like Juliette only fits a certain kind of person, though, you know?'

'We could go the Will Smith route and name her Becca, and then our son could be called Jayden.'

'You're lucky I know you're joking, or you'd be getting hit with divorce papers tomorrow. We couldn't just name her Nessa, could we? Oooh, or Nessarose, like the Wicked Witch of the East in Wicked! That would kinda fit since people called me the Wicked Witch of the West.'

'It's cute, but I don't like made up names that are easily traced. You know, like Khaleesi or whatever.'

They're in the car on the way back from a birthing class. Jade thinks the whole endeavour is stupid, labour was going to hurt like hell no matter how she breathes, so just keep the pain killers coming and wait it out.

'What about Nyssa? That's a name in its own right.'

'I like that, but I thought we wanted something we could shorten?'

Jade groaned, letting her head loll back until it hit the headrest and she was staring at the glass roof of the car. 'You know what I wish I could shorten? This pregnancy.' She started rubbing her swollen belly. 'I think you like it in there too much, Nyssa. Is it warm and quiet? Are you comfortable? Because I'm not. Mommy's not comfortable at all. Mommy wishes you'd hurry up and decide it's time to come out. You're already nearly a month late, you know? Daddy wants to meet you. Mommy wants her back to stop hurting. Mommy wants to be able to wear normal people clothes, and high heels, and drink coffee again.'

Beck laughed. 'Don't listen to your mommy, Annie, she's excited to meet you too.'

'Yeah I am.' She grinned. 'But I'm more excited for coffee.'

A baby name book was balanced on top of Jade's bump, time was ticking on and they didn't want their baby to be without a name when she was born. 'What about…' Jade trailed off as she flicked through the pages. 'Harper? Or Harlow? It means army, that's so badass.'

'I like it, add it to the list.' The list just kept getting longer.

'Oooh, I like Zara, it sounds badass but guess what it means.'

'How would I possibly guess that?' Beck smiled at his wife.

'Princess, or 'to blossom', depending on whether you take it from the Hebrew or the Arabic.'

'That's really pretty. I like that. I like that a lot.'