The song here is "Love is the Die" by Warpaint
Love is to Die
Clara laughed a little too much at Crowley's stunned silence. He knit his eyebrows at her and a spark of annoyance flickered in his eyes. She settled for a grin and grabbed his hand, placing it over her stomach.
"Do you feel your daughter?" she asked and smiled when that spark of annoyance vanished from his dark eyes. Then, a grin slowly broke out on his lips, making his eyes shimmer darkly. Clara could feel her child inside, aware of its father's presence. It made her feel overwhelmed with happiness. Crowley was right: they created something together and it was going to be magnificent.
"We could name her Morrigan." He said and she let out a small laugh when they locked gazes. "Anubis." he added and she grinned at him, remaining silent. The names he suggested weren't bad; they just weren't what she envisioned for their daughter.
She listened as he continued to throw names at her, but she just couldn't take any of them.
"Circe would be fitting." He said and she shook her head. "Nyx, perfect." He added and she grinned at him. "Mortis, Persephone, Hecate." He added and she shook her head, feeling a hint of annoyance rising slightly with every name. She knew Crowley was just excited and wanting to find the perfect name, but Clara was beginning to feel rushed and it was getting on her nerves.
"Rosemary." He suggested and she laughed off her annoyance. Was he now just throwing names that had references to Hell? "Christine." He said and she laughed even harder. Yes he was.
"We are not naming our daughter after Stephen King's Satan car." She said and grinned at him. The way he watched her, it was as if he was enjoying this. Of course he was; part of him was annoyed that she was rejecting his marvelous choice of names. He was now just having some fun. He wasn't serious about Rosemary and Christine. Thankfully.
"Lizzie." He said and she titled her head at him with a grin.
"Lizzie Borden? Nice touch, but the answer is still no." She said and the corner of his lips twitched as if he was fighting a grin.
"Valisca." He said and she knit her eyebrows together.
"Do I want to know the reference to that one?" she asked and smiled as he could no longer fight his grin. The glimmer in his eyes was dark, but beautiful to watch. She could spend hours with him and never tire of his company. However, if he didn't stop suggesting names, she was going to be very pissed off and fast.
He was about to continue and her annoyance flickered into rage quickly. That was probably her hormones, but there was something else that was bothering her. Most of the names were infamous and she didn't want her daughter to have a namesake, especially one that wasn't close to her heart. She had to let him know so he'd understand.
"No offense, dear, but your suggestions suck." She said and watched as he narrowed his eyes at her as if he was slightly insulted. "I don't want to name our daughter after something or someone. When Hell speaks her name, her namesake is going to be all of what the legions will think of, if not in the back of their minds.
"I want to give her a name that's all her own. I want Hell to speak her name and think of only her. I want her to grow into her name and become a legend in her own right. Much like her father." Clara said and grinned once her lover slowly lost his expression of insult and replaced it with a grin of pride.
"Like her mother." He corrected and stroked her face tenderly. "I shall think of a name that will satisfy you." He said and she let out a small laugh. "We could still name her Thorne." He said and she shook her head with a grin on her lips.
She met his eyes and lowered her gaze to his lips, stroking them gently with her thumb as she cupped her hand to his cheek.
"We have time to think, dear. There's no rush." She said and then curled up into him, just wanting to let go of her hint of annoyance and relax.
"I just want the name to be perfect." He said as he stroked her hair back, then rubbing her arm as he placed a kiss on her head. She closed her eyes and felt so comfortable that she could easily fall asleep.
"It will." She said, her voice soft like she was close to drifting off. Crowley continued rubbing her arm and soon she fell asleep in his arms.
As she slept, still with Ginger curled up beside her, Crowley couldn't help but feel concerned for his Queen. The pain she had experienced alarmed him and he was certain that it would happen again. He had to do something to help her. He couldn't bear to watch her suffer and he wouldn't. He'd search for something to help ease her pregnancy at no cost to their daughter.
He stroked her head and whispered to her his intention, certain that even in her sleep that she could hear him.