Claire couldn't remember exactly why she thought he'd mentioned the name 'John' to her before, but it sounded familiar. Not just familiar... it had been the root of the idea that bloomed in her head a little more every time she thought about what they would name their son.
As the movie played in front of them (though in the back of her priorities), Claire craned a look up from under his shoulder. There was a spoon in her mouth at first, but it dipped back in her ice cream bowl, replaced by a smile.
"I like John-" she started, her eyebrows going up. "But I wanna call him Jack."