Chapter 3
Names
Badwolf's POV
A couple days later
"No, kiddo. Ow, let go. She's strong." Our baby girl pulled my beard.
"Pubb." She gurgled, very pleased.
"She needs a name." Red took her back.
"Yeah." I nodded.
"Scarlet?" Red frowned.
"No." I confirmed it.
"Red junior?" She threw out.
"Over my dead body. How about Ruby?" I offered.
"Maybe. Carmine?" She rocked the baby.
"Crimson? Wait, was that your grandmother's name?" I thought.
"Great aunt. Uh, I can't think right now. Will you make me something to eat?" Red asked me.
"Sure." I went down to the kitchen and found an apple. It wouldn't make too much of mess until we could put the baby in her crib. I couldn't leave my hungry wife while I made dinner. I brought it up and explained why I couldn't make her a sandwich yet.
"I suppose so. I think, uh, she should be your daughter. It's... as clear as day she's yours." Red took little, dainty bites of her apple with tears in her eyes.
"But she needs you." I frowned.
"I'll be her wet nurse. We'll just say my hormones went wacky. It's happened." Red remembered when she had no pills to regulate her. Sometimes, if we don't get them on time, it happens then too.
"Then what?" I liked it so far.
"Then I force you to let me help raise her. It'd be a jerk move to deny that. Even for a villain." She nodded.
"I guess it could work." I slowly grinned.
"Oh, Cerise! That's a good name." Red perked up.
"Cerise Wolf... Yeah, that does sound good." I brushed Cerise's cheek with my finger. She drooled a bit and made a face.
"Time for a change." Red got up carefully. She still wasn't 100% yet. I got her to the changing table and helped where she'd let me. Mainly, throwing the dirty diaper away. Then we put her to sleep and went to go get some food for ourselves.