Redhawk Caldera The skies are always blue

She actually had been thinking on the name question. Not as much as she would in following weeks, but she had one suggestion. Maia couldn't help giggling at the nuzzle he gave her nose, butterflies (that had nothing to do with pups) fluttering in her chest at it. She'd never get tired of these moments. Every single one was so, so special.

I have been, a little. She didn't want to make all of the decisions, and she agreed that it was easier afterwards to name them. What if they looked nothing like the names they chose, and what if they had their heart set on one only to unexpectedly have to change it?

I was thinking that, last year, we picked names based on things my parents would have liked. What if, this year, we chose names that seem more like how your parents named you and your siblings?

It didn't have to completely go that way, of course! But she didn't want to always pick names based on her family history and she knew his had a legacy to draw from as well. She loved some of the names he and his siblings had held. "Elwood" was of course his dad's name, and she felt weird going with it again when Elfie had already worn it. But some of the others... 'Finley', 'Tiarnach', 'Fiadh', 'Tywell' and so many others she didn't exactly remember right now. They were lovely and would fit perfectly, she thought.