This is what is affectionately known as drabble. Something really really short. Like a paragraph even...
Once again found in the vaults of aeryncrichton. It's just something I thought of a long time ago before we knew what we know now. And my apologies in advance to the French. :
Rated PG
AU
Spoilers, uh, no
Plot John and Aeryn on naming the baby...
Disclaimer I own nothing
So you go to Paris, France
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"So, you go to Paris France..." It was said absently while he worked on a piece of the crib that had come undone.
"Paris?"
The sound of Aeryn's voice behind him had him whirling around and hitting his hand on the metal that was sticking out from the crib.
"Damn!" He lifted his hand and sucked on the cut before turning his attention to the woman in the doorway.
"Could you NOT sneak up on people like that? You'll give somebody a heart attack one day."
She cocked an eyebrow at his use of 'somebody'.
"Paris?" She asked again as she walked into the room.
It took him a moment to register what she was asking about.
"Oh. Yeah. It's a city on Earth. A beautiful city with towers and sidewalk cafes and the best food in the world." Hard to explain just how unique the city was. "And of course.. the French."
"So, the french people are the best people on Earth?"
That elicted a snort. "Well, they think so."
"Paris." She repeated the name again.
John's eyes narrowed as he saw her thinking.
"What?"
"I like it."
"Ok... And..?"
She looked over at the baby still sleeping.
"Can we name him Paris?"
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