May I ask for a image were Mycroft and his wife searching for baby names cause they expecting a baby girl? Thnx ;-) @-@
“Mycroft I think we’ve exhausted every book that your mother has sent us and we’re still no closer to finding a name,” you sigh tiredly while your valiant husband continues to pour over the books looking for the right name.
Not even looking up from his book on Greek names Mycroft throws an assuring, “Fear not my beloved as we shall soon come upon the right name for our darling daughter” as he continues to scan its contents.
Rubbing your belly absently you wonder if this is all for naught.
For the last four months since you found out you were pregnant the two of you have had unsolicited nominees for the first baby Holmes girl since Eurus and even she had been an oddity for the family line in the last hundred fifty years if the records were as accurate as they claimed.
Truly you believed that the pair of you have been bombarded with every civilized name under the sun.
“Elizabeth! You can name ‘er right after the ole queen ‘erself!”
“Diana.”
“Rachel!”
“Lori.”
“Ashley is nice.”
“I never met a Jasmine I didn’t like.”
“Roxanne, so she has her own song!”
“Celeste because its French and everyone knows that girls with French names are prettier.”
“How about something unique so she stands out like A Lyric?”
“I think Violet is a splendid name.”
“Actually I believe Martha would be a more suitable name for such a precious child.”
“What about Samantha?”
“Neveah.”
“Billy Jean?”
“You know Rae has become pretty popular.”
“There’s always flower names!”
“Cassidy would be pretty cute.”
“Hey, you could always name her Emma. Its short and sweet.”
The list went on and on especially when you went beyond the common European ones and into the more international side of the name pool.
Some many different names meaning the same thing, multiple spellings, weird mash ups, fads of naming them after things and even fads of naming children after the places of conception-it was enough to make a pregnant woman want to cry.
Well, like it or not you were going to cry because hormones were a bitch and your back was aching from sitting in this position for too long.
However being lucky enough to snag the more vigilant of the Holmes brothers Mycroft was quick to come help you from the uncomfortable position on the couch before the tears started to fall.
Rubbing your back and pressing quick kisses to your cheeks Mycroft tries to smooth the pain away.
“I understand that you’re stressed about the details but we have more than enough time to accumulate a list of suitable names prior to her arrival,” he promises as his hand stops to rest on top of the swell of your belly.
Deep down you know he’s speaking the truth because despite all the odd contenders thrown at you by well wishing people you did have somewhat of a short list of names abet suitable middle names.
Why this baby needed two middle names was beyond you but figuring it was tradition you went along with the pattern anyway.
Placing your hand on top of his and then wipe away a stray tear with the other. “I know, I know this is mostly just the hormones making me insane but I just feel so much like a failure because we still don’t have a name. Like, some weird feeling that says if I don’t that I’m a bad mother.”
Leaning in closer to you Mycroft consoles, “To be fair we’ve have everything else prepared. Doctor visits, delivery, crib, toys, clothes, supplements, diapers, and every trinket imaginable that a babe might need.”
“But her name-”
“Takes time to find and become accustomed to,” Mycroft interjects softly, “you of all people know that names have a great importance in them so its normal that couples should find it difficult to find ones that they like much less ones that they both enjoy.”
Frustrated and tired you slump against Mycroft. As if on cue he starts to stroke your hair and sighs himself. “I believe a brake would be in order. Not just from the searching today but the next few weeks just to get our bearings back.”
“But we can’t put it off for too long,” you begin to argue only for Mycroft to pull you into a hug.
“We have roughly five months before our daughter is welcomed into the world. I believe we have ample time to peruse more names before then. Besides, its bad for the baby’s health to have you in a continued state of worry,” Mycroft explains, “So can we at least agree to let it rest for a while until then?”
You have to admit you were sorely tempted to throw a fit but you certainly didn’t want to be one of those new mothers who are a right terror and conceded if momentarily. “I’ll try,” you pledge hoping that you sounded more secure than you actually felt.
“That’s all I ask. Now why don’t we get some lunch at that restaurant we enjoyed last week back by the-”
Mycroft pauses when he gets an unfamiliar beep from his blackberry that causes him to quickly access the screen in earnest before face souring instantly.
“Something wrong?” you ask before Mycroft starts to rapidly dial.
Even with the added pounds it was near impossible to keep you from jumping when Mycrioft hollered into his cellphone, “Sherlock for the last time stop suggesting that we name our daughter Shirley!”