"Something Christmas-sy," Della agreed, her smile faltering every so briefly about saving their good names. The whole thing was starting to make her ill to think about. Nearly a year and a half after their marriage and still no children. Dell forced herself to try and stay outwardly positive about it, but statements like that always sent her into an inward downward spiral. She knew Philip didn't mean anything by it, of course he didn't. They both wanted children and it made sense that he would want to save their favorite names for their children, but the panic over the what ifs was starting to creep higher and higher.

Outwardly she kept herself together, accepting the kiss on the cheek eagerly, trying not to let it ruin her mood when she knew he hadn't said it to upset her (not that he ever did anything to upset her). And so Della mused through her options aloud, "Let's see, Holly? Joy? Noelle?" She liked Noelle the best, the kitten was rather fluffy and mostly white she had more options outside of that. "Winter? Snowflake? No you don't look like a Snowflake. What about Noelle, I think that's pretty." She cast a glance up at her husband with a warm smile.