She thought he might have ideas? Ford's eyebrows arched in surprise before he could help it. Even if he'd considered the naming of a child to be a joint task rather than primarily a mother's responsibility, he wouldn't have expected Jemima to seek his input here, given... everything. Under the circumstances he rather thought he would have been fortunate to retain veto power, which he presumed was typically the extent of a father's involvement in the process of choosing names (to be used sparingly, evidently, unless his father had been somehow smitten with the idea of Fortitude as a firstborn). Being invited to share his thoughts felt... intimate. The sort of partnership he had done nearly nothing to earn since Christmas. But maybe a very good sign for the future?

"Oh, I —" he started, fumbling. "— I wasn't expecting... I don't have a list," he said. "But I would... I mean, I'd like that. If we could pick it out together." They continued walking a few steps and something else occurred to him, and he added, "I suppose the only thing I've been thinking about is that I don't want to name the baby after someone." She ought to have a name of her own — and a life of her own, and a legacy of her own, rather than the sort of inheritance Ford had come into. It wouldn't be easy, given the situation she was being born into. He'd have to work her whole life to manage the rest of it, but having a name of her own was a good first step.

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