Slave Girl//Moriarty x Reader {COMPLETED}

Baby Name Suggestions and the Surprise

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You laid your legs across the lavish sofa and set Jim's laptop across your swollen stomach. You Jumped from site to site to decide on one thing and one thing only.

The name for your unborn child.

It seemed like Jim wouldn't let you pick out anything. Everything you suggested he would turn down faster then you could say "Quidditch".

(Sorry if I spelt that wrong ˙<˙)

Moriarty sat in a chair across from you, texting away. Clients were piling up for the consulting criminal a lot these days...

You clicked onto other baby name site and smiled enthusiastically. Not knowing the gender, you clicked on all. Jim thought it would be more "fun" to wait and see what the baby's gender would be.

Typical...

"If it's a girl, how about Hannah? Its a very pretty na-"

"My daughter wouldn't be caught dead in that name," Jim said, cutting you off.

You rolled your eyes.

"What about Rebecca?"

"Never," Jim said.

"Lillian?"

"Not a chance."

You growled in frustration as you kept searching. Scrolling and scrolling through the millions of names.

"If it's a boy, what about Indiana?"

He peeked up from his phone just to glare at you. You rolled your eyes once more and went back to searching.

"Daniel's a nice name," you suggested.

"Not on my child," he rejected.

"Fitz?"

"Who do you take me for Y/n?"

"Elijah?"

"I killed a man with that name once."

"How about-"

You cut your sentence short as you stared at the name you were about to suggest. A tear caught in your eye but you quickly brushed it away before Jim could see it.

John.

"What was that?" Jim questioned.

You turned his way and smiled, "Nothing. You wouldn't have liked it."

He sighed, "well of course I wouldn't have. These names are a disgrace to everything known to man."

"Stop being such a drama queen," you said.

He put his phone down, "what was that darling?"

You grinned at him and went back to name searching, while Jim went back to his phone.

"Lue's a cute name," you said.

"Never on this earth will I have a child with the name of Lue."

"Bret?"

"Too American," he sigh.

"Samuel?"

"Lue? Bret? Samuel? This sounds like the punch line to a bad joke."

"Destiny?" You suggested.

"The only Destiny I see is that my child's name will never be that."

"Brenda?"