The sun was slowly starting to rise on the beginning of a completely new day, the start of a new year and while most across London were starting to deal with the aftermath that came with their choice of having one too many to drink the night before, you and Richard, along with your new son, were already back at home, the two of you still on a high of a different kind and it honestly didn't look as though it was going to be abating anytime soon for either of you, instantly rendered unable to leave him on his own.
That was the last thing either of you were expecting to have happen; for the doctor on duty at the time of discharge to do the initial examination followed by an ob/gyn specialist who made the decision that you and your son were free to go home whenever you wished to be discharged, on the condition that you were to return, whether for yourself or for your son, on the first sign of significant trouble, going through a fairly short list of possibilities with even more than were left unspoken, perhaps wanting to spare your already hazed mind the harsh details.
With six weeks from the date of birth to register the name and other details, the most important thing for you and Richard right now was deciding on a name for your son, with Richard caving in and agreeing to allow his son to have his first name as the middle name, however much he'd tried to fight you on it, saying he didn't see why your son should be saddled for the rest of his life with his middle name being his father's given name but because you were the one who had gone through it all, he 'gave in'.
"I know that it was your choice to make since you 'lost the bet' we had darling but I honestly fail to see a reason why you would want to give our son Richard as a middle name" he said as he sat the car-seat/capsule on the dining room table, keeping the sleeping newborn out of the reach of the two dogs who were sitting quietly next to thet able, side-by-side, their tail pattern synced on the floor, "Because it was my choice" you agreed, "And because I wanted our son to have the name of the man I love added".
"But we still need a given name for him" Richard added softly as he cradled his son in his arms a few days later, walking the length and breadth of the nursery as you sat in the old-style wooden rocking chair watching, your heart close to exploding at the sight of the man who had become globally known for his part as the cold-hearted King Under the Mountain, Thorin Oakenshield and he did come across as cold-hearted from time to time, as a first-time father, barely able to take his eyes off his new son for more than maybe five seconds.
"How about we name him William" your voice cut through his little bubble and he looked up at you with his amazing blue eyes, "William Richard Armitage" he said, looking to you as he said the surname to which you nodded, wanting your baby to have his father's family's surname just as you had taken it in the place of your maiden name when the two of you were married, "It suits him" Richard said as he placed his son in the full-sized convertible white crib finally after what seemed like an eternity hearing it in his mind then saying it.
Your son was almost a full week old before his paternal grandmother came by for a visit and seeing as how the two of you had settled on his name when he was just four days old, there would you knew be no excuse not to tell her the decision. "Margaret hello" you said in as low a voice as you could manage as you opened the front door to the house, over your right shoulder she could see Richard sitting in the recliner with William on his chest which easily brought a smile to her face, finally seeing him happy.
"Do the two of you have any names chosen for him yet; I realise that these days at least the British law gives six weeks from the date of birth to decide but most parents have it picked out before their child is even born" asked Margaret as she gently lifted her grandson from her son's arms, knowing that after raising two boys herself, Margaret knew exactly what she was doing and that he was in no danger with her, "We have his name" you said as Richard pulled you onto his lap, "His name Margaret is William Richard Armitage".
"Seems classic names run in the family" Margaret commented with a slight laugh after she mulled over the full name in her mind, "Though I admit that Richard's middle name was for its time a bit unpopular; I'm guessing you're using his given name as your son's middle" she continued as Richard nodded, "We had a bet going to see who could guess the gender of the baby" he explained to his mother, "And because Y/N lost, she chooses the middle name and whatever it was I had to accept it; although she ended up choosing his given name as well mum".
"That was only because you seemed unable to find one that fit with Richard as the middle name" you replied with a soft laugh as Richard gently kissed your shoulder, watching as his mother paced the room at a slow speed with your son's head on her shoulder, a teatowel on her shoulder to stop anything that might come from him ruining her attire, and it was seeing the two of you 'bicker' like that that caused Margaret to smile, seeing for herself how happy Richard was after the disaster of the relationship that he had had before you came along.
