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hard work, I know Peanut is going to have a mouth like a sailor. I should probably buy stock in bars of soap now to prepare.
    “You have been doing great, Jake. I am certain you will be one of the first people we call when we need a babysitter. Love, do you think we should start talking about names other than Peanut? It has been cute for a while, but I think we should decide on something a little more normal,” Sebastian says and reaches over to put his hand on my stomach.
    That is a topic I have been putting a lot of consideration into lately. I have tried unsuccessfully to come up with something that is fun, but at the same time classy enough to be the name given to Sebastian’s daughter. If she was just my daughter, Mud would probably be a perfectly fine name, but Sebastian adds a lot of elegance to the situation. In my scanning of girl names, I have found that it is easier to turn names down than it is to find something that works.
    “You could always name her after your mom. That would be hilarious,” Jake suggests.
    “If you aren’t good, I am taking you back to the store and leaving you there. My child is not going to be named Lucifer.” I cannot even believe he would suggest something like that. At least he didn’t go all out and say her name. We haven’t had to deal with her since we originally met and I am afraid talking about her will jinx that. Of course, I did just say it myself, didn't I? Well that was dumb.
    “How about something that signifies her genetics a little differently, like Angelica, Evangeline, Lupe, or Luna?” Sebastian proposes. The names roll off of his tongue and I can tell he has been thinking about it as much as I have.
    I don't know. They sound better than Jake's suggestion, of course anything would, but I don't really like them any better. We don’t know for sure what she will be. Evangeline isn’t bad, but I can already tell she is going to be more devil than angel, figuratively speaking anyway, and the sweet sounding name will be lost on the hellion.
    “I am going to need some other ideas. Let's stay away from anything too stereotypical.”
    “Lily. Eleanor. Helga. Mary. Grace. Zoey. Virginia. Rachel,” Jake rattles off.
    “Annabelle. Cassandra. Victoria. Elizabeth. Alexandra. Guinevere. Francesca,” Sebastian recites. He seems to like the names with a lot of letters. Too bad none of them feel right. I do like his list better than Jake's. They are more like the kind of names I think about when I envision his daughter.
    “Sebby, you had a mom at one time, right?”
    “Everyone has a mother, love. In general, maybe not all angels and demons do, but everyone else does. Mine has been gone for a very long time now.”
    “I know. I was just wondering if she had a name I would like for our baby. My mom's name is out, but maybe we can use a name from your side of the family.” I am just hoping it isn't something like Bertha or Fanny.
    “It isn't that bad. Her name was Sophia Rose.”
    Not bad at all. I could do without a flower for a middle name, though. “I am digging Sophia a lot. The middle name is going to have to marinate for a little while. Do you like the name Sophia, Peanut?”
    The little nutter places a well-rounded kick right to where Sebastian’s hand is resting. It might have been a hand because it seems like she is high-fiving her dad.
    “She wants the middle name, too. She thinks the whole name sounds beautiful and since she is going to be the prettiest girl in the world, next to her mother, it is perfect for her,” Sebby says.
    “Those are big words from someone so small. Just why would she think her mother is pretty?” I wouldn’t exactly concur with that statement. Parts of my body look like I volunteered to test out the pointiness of freshly sharpened knives. The giant scythes on my back do a pretty good job of covering things up and diverting your eyes from the T across my shoulders and down my spine that was carved into me years ago, but it along