Gradient

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Ink POV
  I was holding my new son and I couldn't help but cry of joy. The doctor left and Error sat by me. He smiled at me and our son.
  "What should we name him?" I whispered, trying not to wake the baby.
  "...uh...should we name him after one of us?" Error quietly asked.
I giggled softly and shook my head.
"How about Gradient?" I asked.
   He smiled and held us closely.
  "I like it."

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