Lyall smiled at his wife. "It's three in the morning, Hope. Are you sure you want to do this now?"
"Never surer in my life," she said, looking at the twins, who were contentedly sleeping. "And I remember the plan."
"Yes, the plan. I pick first names, you pick middle names. Am I right?"
"You're right."
"I never really thought I'd be doing this... How about Romulus and Remus?"
"Romulus and Remus? Weren't they the founders of Rome?"
"So the myth goes."
"Romulus killed Remus..."
"There is that. But I don't think we need worry about it much. If you're worried about assumptions by other people, well, who cares what other people's opinions are about our children?"
"And Romulus and Remus are good names."
"Which name for which one, though?"
"Remus for the elder and Romulus for the younger sounds about right."
"It does. Your turn now, dear."
"Hmm..." Hope thought for a few minutes. "John for Remus, Frederic for Romulus."
"Any particular reason?" asked Lyall curiously.
"Our fathers. Evan Howell and Frederic Lupin. Evan's the Welsh for John, you know."
"Who better to name them after?" He took Hope's hand.
"Who indeed?"
"Then that's settled." Lyall looked proudly at his family. "Who'd have thought this would ever happen? First I find you because of that boggart, and now we have twins. Remus John and Romulus Frederic," he said savoring the names. "I'd better stop rambling and let us get to sleep," he yawned.
Hope smiled. "Morning, Lyall."
"Morning, Hope." They fell asleep still holding hands, Lyall in a chair looking rather uncomfortable.