"Charlie, since it's going

to be a boy and a girl, what

should we name them?"

My mind came to a blank

as I tried to come up with

something my children

won't hate us for in their

teenage years.

"Rose? Nah, used too much.

Something beautiful, unique,

rare, with a deep meaning?

perhaps?"

I nodded.

"Who knew naming a child

has so much pressure?"

She fumbled with a book that

had names in it.

I hugged her tightly and pushed

the book out of her hands, and

planted kisses up and down

her face as she laughed, happiness

filling up her features and stress

disappearing.