"I think we'll leave coordinating up to you ladies to decide. You'll be the ones most inconvenienced by all the work." Wasn't like it would take that much work to paint one room a weekend if all the men in this wacky group they called family pitched in.
"I don't know, they give adults very similar bracelets," Marty pointed out. "I mean those poor nurses have to know hundreds of baby names a week at least." Smirking wickedly, he couldn't help teasing. "It's like trying to remember which blonde beach bunny is Bambi and which is Barbie. The personalized bling around their necks makes it so much easier." And as he wasn't likely to get up right that minute and go look at the sonograms again, nor argue against the bracelets no matter how much he teased, he left it there with a shrug.
Looping his arms around her as she settled in his lap, he kissed her neck softly. "You don't need reasons or excuses to make lists other than you like them. Not with me. And I know this life is dangerous an uncertain, but it's too soon after Kensi and even Hetty for me to even joke about losing you, okay?" Names were something he needed time to sort out. He didn't have Callen's knack for picking names that matched a persona and the name you gave your child meant something, or it should. "Real names, huh? So not, Buffy or Bunny? And why do so many so-called Bimbo names start with the letter B, I wonder? Is it the link to the word bimbo? Did I ever tell you the first op I ever went on with Kensi and Callen, I managed to send her from zero to annoyed with just a name? I named her alias Fern," he added with a grin.
"Oh, is that what they're for. I keep forgetting the religion thing applies now." Marty was joking, but in a way it was true. He hadn't really grown up with a lot of faith. There were those nuns, but the bulk of his life, God hadn't really featured in it much.