DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN INCEPTION.

Arthur smiled as he watched Ariadne walk around the apartment, her 6 month belly sticking out. She was glowing, Arthur noted. She was beautiful. Arthur was desperate, waiting. She wanted his baby, and he was just as impatient as Ariadne. They were five steps ahead of any baby book. Arthur was working almost double the amount of jobs, just to be able to pay for a house. He wanted to give his wife and child any thing and everything they desired. Ariadne only had to mention the idea of looking somewhere bigger for Arthur to walk down to the realtors.

"Arthur?"

He looked up and was met with Ariadne standing over him. He instinctively smiled , growing fond of her figure. As much as he wanted this baby, he wished that he would save this image in her head.

"Hmm?"

"What do you want for dinner?"

Arthur paused for a moment. "Forget about dinner, just sit with me for a while," he said, patting the space next to him on the couch. Ariadne smiled before sitting next to him. He wrapped his arm around her and allowed her to bury her face in the crook of his neck.

"We still need to start thinking of some baby names," Ariadne smiled, tracing patterns on her stimach.

Arthur smiled. "You're right. But we don't know whether it's a boy or a girl."

"What would you like?" Ariadne beamed, looking up at him.

"You know I don't mind," he replied, pressing his nose against her temple. "I'd be happy with either."

"No, but what can you picture?"

Arthur sighed and propped himself up, still keeping his arm around Ariadne. "Hmm. Well, a boy, I could teach everything to. A junior Point Man," he smirked.

"Like fighting in no gravity.?" Ariadne smirked.

Arthur frowned. "Actually…no, no Point Man stuff. No dreaming."

Ariadne nodded. "You're right. Any name preferences if we have a son?"

A son. The word made Arthur smile. It almost sent shivers up his spine. In a good way.

"Not sure."

"How about Eames-"

"Don't even try that with me, Ari."

Ariadne smiled. "Ok. How about…Michael?"

Arthur made a small face, which involved the winkling of his nose. "No…too…I don't know, it just doesn't sound right."

Ariadne's eyes narrowed. "Fine…how about…John?"

"No way."

Ariadne rolled her eyes. "Why not?"

"Because Cobb and I extracted from a guy called John a few years ago. I can't have a kid names after someone who I've performed extraction on."

"Well you choose then," Ariadne sighed.

Arthur's eyebrows knitted together in concentration. "Well, are we going for simplicity, or originality?"

"Simplicity."

Arthur raised an eyebrow. "Pretty rich coming from a person named Ariadne."

"Just pick a name."

Arthur smirked. "Fine…how about…Thomas?"

"Thomas…" Ariadne mused. "I like it."

"Perfect," Arthur smiled, placing a loving kiss on her cheek.

"What if it's a girl?"

Arthur placed his hand on Ariadne's stomach,, enjoying the peaceful moment. "Why don't you pick this one."

Ariadne smiled. "Samantha."

"You appear to have been giving it some thought," Arthur smiled. "You think we're having a girl?"

Ariadne shrugged. "Not sure. I think it is…I can kind of feel it." She looked up to face him, a childlike grin playing on her face. "If you want a boy, we can try that with the next one."

Arthur paused. "….The next one?"

Ariadne nodded. "Yep. 'Cause you know, we had so much fun making this one," she said, with a small wink in her eye. She pushed herself up from the couch. "Now, you may not be hungry, but I am. I'll get dinner started."

She walked out, leaving Arthur sitting in the stunned silence. He blinked.

"Ari…the next one?"