Butterfly
"So I was thinking of the name Kyle if it's a boy, and Carla if it's a girl," Kain muttered over his second glass of beer. The gang had reunited for a night, to celebrate the fact that Kain was having his first child. No one had done that for anyone else, but since Kain was the last of the group to marry, it was kind of a big deal to him. "I think it's fitting, you know?" Kain immediately turned to Jean. "So since you're the only one here with a kid, how did you come up with your daughter's name? Was it luck of the draw? Random naming conventions?"
He was quiet for a long moment. His posture shifted a bit, leaning back in the bench, one arm draped over the back precariously, his feet crossed. His hand rested against his glass, tapping against it with his wedding ring. In his mind, he was thinking back to when Rebecca first told him, that moment of elation and fear that hit him. He didn't even think of names then. "Rebecca suggested Calvin. I liked it for a boy, but then I asked her if it was a girl. I remember that we didn't exactly know until closer to her due date. And, fair warning, women are rarely ever due on their due date."
"That didn't answer my question," Kain replied, noting that the others were off either refilling their glasses or playing pool. "I mean, Vanessa is a lovely name. Which of you picked it out?"
"I did," He shifted now, leaning on his elbows against the table. "I remember the first time I ever met Becky's mom. She used to tell me that Becky was her little butterfly; beautiful and fragile, but capable of such magnitudes of destruction...according to the mythos. Anyway, I thought that was fitting for her, but I couldn't very well name my daughter butterfly, it'd be weird." He smiled gently and leaned back again. "So I named her Vanessa."
Kain raised a brow, still confused. "What do butterflies have to do with the name Vanessa?"
"Vanessa translates to butterfly in Ishvalan." He smirked, proud of himself. Mostly because Becky loved the name and never bothered to ask what it meant. "She's also the goddess of brotherhoods and unions. I mean, it made perfect sense to me. That way she's got a little bit of Becky and a little bit of me. Her middle name, Anne, means favor from God. Considering my...situation, it seemed like the cosmos thanking me." He shrugged and downed the shot of Whiskey. "I'm just saying. It doesn't have to make sense, but it's better if it does."
"Thanks...I'll keep that in mind. It's kind of ironic that her middle name is Anne, and your name means Gift from God." The younger man leaned back, folding his arms on the table. "But I see what you mean. I wonder what Sheska would think of the name Abigail for a girl..."
"You have nine whole months to think about it. Why don't you guys come up with something that means something to you?" He tapped his glass again, smiling to his comrade. "Just a suggestion. I think I might go watch General Mustang get his ass handed to him at pool. You think on that for a while."