Who: Jacob and Clio What: Naming Tiny!Muse When: Thursday the 12th Where: Clio's
Jacob had called Clio to let him know he was heading over to her place so they could discuss things. He had picked up several goodies on his way and when he reached her place, he let himself in, knowing he was welcome.
"Clio!" he called out jovially, excited to see her and to talk at the unborn child that was his daughter. Jacob quite enjoyed telling stories to Clio's belly, a trait that would probably only increase once their daughter was here and he could see her face as he talked to her. "I brought you doughnuts."
Having put the finishing touches on the nursery, Clio was glad to see Jacob. It was nice to have him tell stories to their unborn daughter while grading papers, and it had become a comfortable routine between them. And in her opinion it was never too early to discuss things like names and other matters. Clio was very serious about giving Jacob every opportunity to be involved in this child's life.
Grinning she walked to him to kiss his cheek, "you know how to spoil me. Thank you." Smiling she sat down, "how's Wil, better now?"
Jacob sat next to her, handing over the bag of doughnuts. "Wil's much better now, thank you. He took his time recovering, but he's going to be okay. Which always knew, but you know me and worry," he said, flashing a smile.
With a smile she dug into the doughnuts knowing how much she could have before it would be bad. "That's good," with a smirk she glanced down to her stomach and patted it, "hear that baby? You're going to catch colds and you're daddy will freak out. It's alright, I'll do the same thing." Smiling she glanced up to Jacob and offered him one of the doughnuts ,"alright so, I think we're at names? Oh, also I'm debating on having the painmeds when I give birth, and I wanted to see if you'd be alright with that. There's a minor chance it'll have an effect on her, although I may cave at the end. I remember the last times. Not pleasant."
Jacob took the doughnut and then he looked momentarily alarmed. The idea of squeezing another person out of him was traumatising enough. But doing it without pain meds... "I have no problem with you deciding what you want to do there," Jacob said quickly. "I know I would want pain medication! As for names, have you thought of any?"
His reaction was amusing, bu she hid her smile by biting into the sugary treat, "alright, I'll probably have them then. And I have plenty, but they're all very Greek and long. They wouldn't really fit in anymore. So I decided to let you go first."
Jacob leaned back against the sofa and he took a large bite of his doughnut. "As long as you understand that most of the names I think about are from German folklore."
She scoffed, and gave him half a smirk, "one of my ideas is Ambrosia. If you can do worse then that I will tip my hat to you. I think our daughter will be stuck with an odd name regardless."
Jacob chuckled and then he very quickly made a face. "Oh my goodness, it can't be Ambrosia. People will joke about her being the food of the gods. Which...no. What about...well Cinderella is a little fantastical, but what about Ella?"
"I like Ella, it's a lot more normal then my choice," she chuckled then, "and I'm aware. I never said I had good taste." She finished her doughnut and brushed the sugar from her hands, "Ella can be a choice. What about Alice?"
Jacob smiled widely and he nodded. "I like Alice! Alice is a beautiful name. What about...Liesel?"
"So, we got Alice and Ella so far." She paused at his last suggestion, "Liesel isn't too bad but you can make Diesel out of it and it just seems like a perfect way to make fun of that." She did worry about that.
"Diesel. Interesting," Jacob laughed. "There's Else or...Juniper. Names are difficult. At least we know she's a girl so we don't have to try to figure out names for both genders."
Smiling she nodded, "they are, but we can take them under consideration and pick favorites. Some of them can always be second names. And I have to agree. Knowing is better then guessing."
"I could make a list over the next week. What were some more of your names?" Jacob asked, interested. "They couldn't have all been Ambrosia!"
"That'd be great, I'll do the same and we can compare whenever we have a moment. We still have plenty of time." She chuckled and shook her head, "no. Let's see, I had Agape, Aikaterina, Alexandra, Chara, Delia." Smilingshe trailed off. "All horribly Greek.
"Alexandra and Delia are really beautiful names," Jacob said, even if he sincerely hoped she didn't name their daughter Agape for fear that it would be terribly mispronounced by every teacher she ever had. "I like them."
"Alright, I'll take them under advisement, and I'll give you the right to veto any choice I make under the effects of childbirth." Smiling she glanced to a door then, "oh hey I finished the nursery. Want to see?"
Jacob chuckled and he nodded. "Right to veto, got it. And of course I want to see the nursery! It will give me ideas for my place!"
"Wonderful," smiling she got up and walked to the nursery. "I decided to go with a flower theme. Not a big fan on pink."
"It's great!" Jacob said, also not being into pink. He found it too cloying. "I like it. You'll have to tell me everything I should get because I'm not entirely sure."
"Well the crib's an obvious. And a changing table. Everything from that is personal preference. I'm sure she'll tell us when she's older what she wants in her room, but until then it's really up to you. As long as it's all secure anyway." Smiling she sat down on the rocking chair. "New question. I'm not planning on keeping who I really am a secret. Best she learns as quick as possible."
"No, I agree," Jacob said quickly, thinking of what he had gone through with Greta. "I don't want to go through telling another child when they're old enough to resent me for keeping a secret."
She took his hand then, "it wasn't your choice and she adores you. This one will be just the same." Smiling she squeezed his hand before releasing it. "we'll teach her not to tell, but it'll ease my worries if she knows."
"It will ease mine too," Jacob said, pleased that Clio had been kind enough to calm his guilt over Greta. "And I hope she adores me. I just want to do my best for her."
"You will and of course she'll adore you. It's hard not to adore you." Smiling she extended her hands, "now do me a favor and help me out of this thing. Sitting is becoming hazardous. She's kicking too if you'd like to feel."
Jacob reached down to help her out of the rocking chair. Then he rested his hand against Clio's belly to try to feel his daughter. "Can you hear me, little girl?" he asked, a grin plastered to his face. "I can't feel her, help me!"
When she got on her feet she couldn't help but smile at his face. "Here." She took his wrist to guide where she felt the kicks, "there you go and I think she almost can. Even if she can't yet I still talk to her all the time."
Jacob's eyes widened as he felt his daughter's kick faintly. It was amazing. His mouth opened slightly in wonder and then he smiled widely at Clio. "That's incredible."