Ok, so this WAS a one-shot, but this came to me randomly tonight so I thought I'd type it out and what can I say? I couldn't resist posting it ;)
Again, just a bit of fun :)
Hope you like…
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the name ;)
Summary: She wants one thing, he wants another; and neither is willing to back down. CB. Drabble-esque.
"Frank," he said decisively.
"No," was the firm, quick response.
"What's this sudden obsession with Frank?" she demanded.
"Because he's Frank Sinatra. He's a legend," he responded simply, as if that was explanation enough.
"And it isn't sudden – man's been an idol of mine for a long time."
"I'm sure," she replied scathingly.
"Well, either way, I think our son should have an original name," she huffed then.
"Oh, an original name, you say?"
He raised an eyebrow, and looked as if he was attempting to stifle a laugh.
"Yes, an original name."
"Like… well, I can't think of one at the moment, can I?" she questioned angrily. "Not now that you've put that name into my head."
"You can't think of another name, because you know there isn't one," he quipped, looking entirely too smug for her liking.
"I can so think of one," she defended hotly.
"Well, I highly doubt it'll beat the iconic status he'll have associated with him by the name Frank."
"He doesn't need iconic status, he's our son; he'll be infamous enough on that alone."
"And with his sister already sporting a ridiculous – "
" – ingenious – " he substituted.
She ignored him, carrying on, " – ridiculous name of her own, that'll no doubt only add to his notoriety."
"I'll have you know our daughter happens to love her name; she thinks it's wonderfully unique," he told her, flashing her a brilliant smile.
"She's seven and she hangs on every word you say; she doesn't know any better," was the deadpan, counter response.
"I'm not calling my son Frank, Chuck," she reiterated. "I don't care how you try and sell it."
"He'll be known as Frankie, and that's so Brooklyn-esque."
She practically shuddered at the mere thought of such a thing happening to her child.
"You might as well name him 'My Parents Are Fools'," she exclaimed then, rolling her eyes, and letting out an exasperated sigh.
"Alright," he conceded.
"I said, alright. If that's what you want."
"Wait!" she cried out, as her husband opened the door and walked out.
"Wait! Chuck! Get back here!" she shouted.
Minutes later, her daughter bounded into the room.
"Mom!" Audrey called out excitedly, leaping onto the hospital bed next to Blair.
"That name's so funny!" the seven year old exclaimed then, beaming at her mother.
"Funny?" Blair asked, her brow crinkling slightly.
"I hope you don't mind, I altered your suggestion to fit in more appropriately with our son's name," Chuck told her, taking a seat
And there on her son's birth certificate, in her husband's cursive, she read: Frank My-Parents-Are-Fools-In-Love Bass.
"Still opposed to calling him Frank, dear?" Chuck asked, highly amused.
Blair growled at him, her eyes narrowing.
The last thing he saw was his wife throwing their daughter's doll straight at his head; that certainly wiped the smile from his face.
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