Peter? Remus tensed momentarily wondering if that was the same Peter he imagined. Given that there were people from all walks of life around here, he severely hoped it wasn't a Peter of the Pettigrew variety. If it was, he may have to cut off a set of hands for even thinking of touching his wife. "A... a son?" he stuttered softly. A hint of a smile graced his face, running his hand over the bulge of her stomach. "Nameless Lupin Baby Number Whatever," he said with a nod. "It has a certain ring to it."
Arching a brow, Remus wasn't quite sure about the name choices. Then he saw the smile crack across her face and he swallowed the urge to smack her upside the head. He would have settled for tickling, but in the end he just poked her in the sides a couple of times.
"I don't know if we need any more of the strange family-like names," Remus replied with a chuckle. "I never minded my name, but I know how you feel about Nymphadora." He rubbed his chin thoughtfully, lightly kissing her temple. "Do you want a stereotypical English names like Ian or Giles... or something Americanized? I admit, I'm leaning towards our motherland."