Ticket To Devon

[enzo_the_rhino]

Chapter Four

Title: Ticket to Devon
Fandom: Green Wing
Characters/Pairings: Carmac, baby
Rating/Warnings: PG, rather fluffy (for once)
Length: 519 words
Spoilers: Up to the special
Summary: Mac doesn't have a first name, neither does his daughter.
Disclaimer: None of the characters etc are mine. They belong to Victoria Pile and Channel Four.
A/N: Dedicated to most of the people whose name's are mentioned and a few others as well.

Chapter Five - Name

                Mac sat in a hard plastic chair, not taking his eyes off the bundle in his arms. The child he was holding was the physical embodiment of everything he had ever wanted from life. A symbol of how much he and Caroline loved each other. The little hair there was on top of her hair was neither fraises blonde like his nor darkest brown like Caroline but a lighter brown that was a mix of the two. He wondered idly if she would become a doctor like her parents, or do something totally different. He would never know.

                “Mac?” a tired sounding voice tore his attention from his daughter to his wife. He hadn’t noticed her waking up, so fixed had his attention been. He leaned over to help her sit up and then placed the baby in her arms.

“She’s so beautiful,” Caroline whispered, lost in her daughter’s blue eyes, “We do need to think of a name though.”

“Yeah that inspiration which was supposed to come when she was born is slightly absent though.”

There was a short pause as they both looked at the tiny girl in Caroline’s arms, trying to read her soul.

“Charlotte?” Mac started.

“Victoria,” Caroline offered.

“Emma.”

“Claire.”

“Amy.”

“Imogen.”

“Hollie.”

“Verity.”

“Louise.”

“Rosalind.”

“Jess.”

“Madeline.”

“Debora.”

“Kim.”

It was like playing tennis with names. And yet lovely as all the names were, none seemed to suit.

              

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                It seemed like hours later and as if they had covered every name they could think of.  She had finally drifted off to sleep and lay tranquilly in Caroline’s arms. Mac stared at the ceiling, hoping inspiration would be found in the cracked plaster. Miraculously it was.

“How about Juliet?” he proposed, sounding more positive than he had managed in the last half hour.

Caroline considered it for a minute, “Juliet Macartney, I like it.” She looked down at the sleeping girl as if asking her opinion silently.

“Seriously?” Mac sounded incredulous, he had begun to think they would never find one they both liked.

“Yeah. Slightly unusual and still modern.” A grin broke across her face.

“Well that’s that sorted then.” He could barely keep the relief out of his voice.

“Err well, not quite,” Caroline’s grin faltered, “there’s still a middle name.”

“Are you sure we need one?” Mac suggested, not looking forward to another three hours brain-wracking.

“Yes.” Caroline was firm.

“Isn’t there a tradition of using a family name as the middle name?” Mac asked, hoping this may narrow things down a bit.

“I am not calling my child Patricia, it may have been fashionable when my mother was born but I wouldn’t inflict that on anyone.”

Mac’s heart sank, “I suppose not.”

“What about your mum?”

“What about her?”

“I don’t think you ever told me her name.”

“Did I not?” Mac’s eyes did not seem to be focussed on the room anymore, “It was Lillian.”

“Lillian,” Caroline pondered this, “Juliet Lillian Macartney. It fits well. Would you mind?”

“Why would I mind?” Mac attention returned to his daughter, “Hello Juliet Lillian Macartney, welcome to this messed up world.”

Chapter Six