you are like the golden hour. it all glows different
He strokes her hair, and likewise her hand strokes his arm gently while he thinks, while he begins to announce the names that he has hidden behind that creative mind of his. And the options he gives for a boys name causes a smile to spark along her face. “Pietro and Paolo.” She hums thoughtfully, replicating his accent the best she can to ensure she says it correctly, before she grows silent again as she listens to him list out the girls names.
And she listens to those too, though as she mimics the way her tongue would shift to follow the lines of the words, she finds those to be perhaps a bit more difficult, aside from Catarina, of course. But she understands, snorting lightly as he comments he wanted to change his name but how strange it would feel. “I’m lucky that when I married you, our last names have the same initial. All I have to do is add a ‘D’ to the signature.” She gives him a light, chimed laugh at that before she shakes her head.
“I like Pietro and Paolo… So how about this.” She tilts her head away from him a bit as she contemplates. “If it’s a boy, you can pick the name. But if it’s a girl, I get to pick.” Angling her head toward him, the bandana along her face shifts lightly, just enough to see the hint of a raised eyebrow beneath it. She contemplates their now-shared last name, what the name itself means and how the language of her name was one he understood intimately, and she smiles faintly. “For a girl… What do you think of Fleur? Or Rosalee?” She questions, tilting her head.
And she listens to those too, though as she mimics the way her tongue would shift to follow the lines of the words, she finds those to be perhaps a bit more difficult, aside from Catarina, of course. But she understands, snorting lightly as he comments he wanted to change his name but how strange it would feel. “I’m lucky that when I married you, our last names have the same initial. All I have to do is add a ‘D’ to the signature.” She gives him a light, chimed laugh at that before she shakes her head.
“I like Pietro and Paolo… So how about this.” She tilts her head away from him a bit as she contemplates. “If it’s a boy, you can pick the name. But if it’s a girl, I get to pick.” Angling her head toward him, the bandana along her face shifts lightly, just enough to see the hint of a raised eyebrow beneath it. She contemplates their now-shared last name, what the name itself means and how the language of her name was one he understood intimately, and she smiles faintly. “For a girl… What do you think of Fleur? Or Rosalee?” She questions, tilting her head.
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