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"So," Danny said, glancing at his wife as he leaned forward in the chair, elbows resting on his knees. "I guess we need to talk about a name for our little bundle of joy."
Lindsay sighed tiredly. "Yeah. She can't be 'Baby-Girl Messer' forever."
Danny chuckled. "She's always gonna be 'Baby-Girl Messer,' Linds."
"True," Lindsay replied with a chuckle of her own, wincing in discomfort . "Ow! I really hate you, Danny, you know that?"
"Nah, you love me, Montana."
"Well, if you were in my position, you'd say the same thing." She shifted in the bed, trying to find a reasonably comfortable position. "So how do you propose we settle this baby name dilemma?"
"I like 'Lucy,'" Danny said.
"And I like 'Lydia,'" Lindsay shot back.
"One-to-one; a draw," Danny said dryly. "Now what?"
Lindsay shrugged and stared at Danny.
Danny sighed and rubbed his face. "Okay, people are gonna give her nicknames, you know that. What kind of a nickname is 'Lyd?' People are always gonna be telling her to put a 'Lyd' on it. 'Course they won't be saying that around me. Besides, if the kids are the same as when I was growing up, she's gonna get teased 'cause her last name's Messer. I just don't think that's the right name for her, Linds."
Lindsay gingerly crossed her arms over her chest. "It's not her fault she got stuck with a last name like that," she countered.
"I know! That's why I'm asking to name her 'Lucy.'"
"I don't know, Danny. Who's to say she'd end up with nicknames like that?"
"The only way to prevent that is to not give kids the ammo."
Lindsay stared at him, still not convinced.
Danny sighed. "Fine. Let's flip a coin. Winner gets to choose 'Baby-Girl Messer's' name."
"Seriously? Danny, that's insane."
"How else do you suggest we decide?"
Lindsay held up her hands in surrender. "Fine, but the loser can't be mad."
"Sure," Danny agreed as he stood and pulled a coin from his pocket. "You call it."
"One…two…three," Danny counted before flipping the coin in the air. He caught the coin and flipped it onto the back of his other hand. He peeked at the coin and broke out in a grin. "Heads."
"Liar!" Lindsay exclaimed as she scooted up in the bed, momentarily forgetting how much pain she was in. "Let me see it!"
Danny moved to her bedside, smirking as he showed her the coin.
"Shoot," Lindsay muttered, pouting.
"Hey, you were the one who said the loser couldn't be mad!"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Lindsay replied unenthusiastically as their daughter began to fuss.
Danny slipped the coin back in his pocket and washed his hands before moving to the bassinet to pick up his daughter. "Hey there, Lucy," he said as he cradled her. "What's wrong with Daddy's Baby Girl, huh, Lucy?"
"Danny…" Lindsay warned.
"What? I'm just trying to get her used to her name."
"Well, unless you plan on getting used to breast feeding her, too, you better hand her over."
"Yes, Mother," Danny said with a grin as he placed Lucy in Lindsay's arms.
"Oh my god, Danny."
"What is it?" Danny asked, concerned that something was wrong.
"We're parents. I'm a mother and you're a father. We're really going to do this!"
Danny grinned and placed his hand lightly on Lucy's head and bent to kiss Lindsay's forehead. "Yeah, and you know what? We're gonna be the awesome-est parents, ever."
"Yeah, as long as she doesn't pick up your bad grammar habits."
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