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Sawyer's sitting on the couch reading the TV Guide (and deciding whether or not to watch Party of Five reruns) while Duke and Peony nap on his legs.

It's a hard life.

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"He must be a very good kung-fu expert, then," she giggles.

"What does she call him?"

"She's probably some extra-special names picked out for him, but she didn't use 'em around me."

"How inconsiderate of her," she smirks up at him.

"Speaking of names. . ."

"Bambi Cleopatra's still on the table..."

"No. No, it's not," she makes a face. "We'd like her to have some sort of shot in life, wouldn't we?"

"You got somethin' better in mind?"

"Maybe."

But really, what isn't better than Bambi Cleopatra?

"Feel like fillin' me in, or is it a big ol' secret?"

"It's a secret," she deadpans. "I'm only ever going to call her 'baby' in front of you, but behind your back she gets her other, real name."

Hey, she totally gets the smartass from him.

"Nice. I feel loved. Really."

"Oh, don't be like that. You know I love you."

She places a kiss on the side of his mouth.

". . .Don't you?"

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"Yeah, I do."

He shifts slowly so as not to dislodge the pets and snuggles closer to her. "So, seriously. What's the name you got in mind?"

"Miriam," she says quietly, wondering why she's suddenly a bit nervous.

Maybe because picking out names makes her real in a way she wasn't before.

"It means 'strong-willed and wished-for'."

If he'd gone to Sunday School more than once or twice, that name might mean something to him.

As it is, he shrugs. "Sounds good to me. It fits."

"Yeah?" she tilts her head to look at him. "You think so?"

"Well, okay, if genetics are worth a damn, chances are she's gonna have a stubborn streak. That counts as 'strong-willed', right? And as for 'wished-for'..."

Here he smiles. "Yeah, it fits just right."

If he hadn't won her completely already, that little smile alone would have hooked her.

She tucks her head against his neck and reaches down to trace the edge of Peony's ear. It twitches in her sleep.

"Miriam it is then. Or at least one of her names. You get to pick the other two."

"I'll think on it," he murmurs.

"I'm glad you're back."

"Me too," she hums and places a kiss on his neck.

"When do you get paid?"

He snickers. "I knew you were after me for my money."

"Next week. First of the month."

She pinches his arm. "That is not what I meant and you know it. I just want to start looking for our own place, is all."

"Might as well start lookin' now."

He leans his head against hers and sighs. "Well, not now now. That'd mean gettin' up."

"No getting up, just yet," she agrees and closes her eyes briefly. "In a moment, maybe."

After a while, she picks up his hand and moves his finger and thumb a small distance apart. "This big, now."

"Growin' like a weed, ain't she?"

"She has vocal chords now and she can cry silently."

She frowns. "Which is sort of sad, really."

"Yeah, thanks for that."

He kisses her forehead. "C'mon, let's head to bed."

"Okay," she smiles and (reluctantly) disentangles herself from his arms. She scoops her sleeping kitty off his leg and moves her to her little bed in the corner before turning to Sawyer again.

"You owe me a better homecoming than what I got earlier anyway."

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