Summary: A story Soma and Erina wouldn't tell the world about– how they decided to call their first born (and what Erina almost named him).

"I'm looking for that perfect line
to let you know you're always on my mind."

During the most unproductive phase in Erina's life, it was a rare moment having Soma home so early in the evening, and blame her hormones for always craving extra attention from her husband who brought her her monthly McDonald's meal.

"You have weird cravings, y'know."

Erina, who was dipping her leftover, soggy McDonald's fries in her McFlurry, rolled her eyes at Soma's remark, "Oh please, you would dip your disgusting dried squid in it and would call it a masterpiece."

"You better trust me, it actually was." Soma assured lazily.

"Just hearing about it makes me lose my appetite already." She licked her salted finger before placing her fries concoction back in the nightstand, "Would you kiss me like this?"

Soma smiled before landing a peck on her lips. "Love it when you begged like that."

"Wha– excuse me! I did not beg! That was a question!"

At this point, she realized what she was out of her usual hair-flipping, your-food-is-terrible character. If she could be real, she'd take it on the thing in her belly that had been residing comfortably there for the last six months.

"Don't deny it, Eri-chan. You're pregnant with my son for a reason."

Okay, he caught her good on that one. "Hey, our son."

"Yeah, our son." Soma caressed the bump gently, and Erina pressed her hand against his. "Anyways, we don't have a name for him yet."

"Oh." It only dawned on her that she forgot to even think about it. "Do you have any good idea?"

"A couple," He settled beside her on his bedside, "What do you think of Haruto? Or Riku?"

Erina cringed.

"No?"

"Those are not our son." She stressed. "What about something non-Japanese like… Adolf?"

Soma's jaw dropped and his head tilted, "Wow, Nakiri. Didn't know you want this guy to grow up being a dictator and starting World War III."

"Well, then you have to come up with something more creative!"

"Fine. Takahashi?"

"We are not a family of samurai, Soma."

It was pretty obvious to Erina that he was running out of ideas. He kept massaging the bridge of his nose when he's trying to rack his brain.

"Ooooh! I got a good one! Let's name our son–"

"No, Yukihira. A definite, positive no," She already knew what he was about to say, "We are not naming our child Naruto."

"It's better than freakin' Adolf, at least." He sneered.

"We would never come up with anything good, wouldn't we." She huffed. "Well, let's just save it for our future argument, I suppose."

"Yeah well, you're the one who's carrying our son anyway." He rose from the bed and grabbed his PS console, "I'm just gonna play a little Tekken 7 over here."

Erina nodded as the noises from the character pick echoes through the room, minding her own business and buffing her nails, until she heard something that caught her attention.

"Who… are you playing with this time?"

"Since when do you care about who I pick on Tekken?" Soma shifted his head slightly as the screen loaded, "Besides, I've always been a Jin main. He's awesome."

"A what main?"

"Jin's main. Jin Kazama. I often play as him?" He tried to confirm, though Erina's tone dropped after that.

"Hmm. I see…"

"What? Like you know this game or somethin'?" He cackled without bothering to check her facial expression, kept his eyes glued to the screen with fingers mashing through the console.

Erina didn't expect any answer from him, nor did she explain her question further, but when she no longer heard the button-mashing, she saw the game being paused before having Soma turned his attention to her, very slowly.

"Did we just… Are you thinking what I'm thinking…?"

"Yes." Erina touched her belly once again, in relief this time. "We've found his name in a video game."

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