You and your spouse welcome a beautiful baby into your lives and, after going round and round on names, you choose one that's very unusual. Write a scene where you announce the name to your family. Include their reaction and your explanation for choosing such an odd name.
A/N: This is not from my perspective. I am not married. I do not plan on having a child for at least another five years, nor do I plan on naming in children I eventually have Taffetta.
From the first moment I saw my beautiful baby girl in my arms, I knew that her name would have to be elegent, but a little quirky. Her eyes were bigger than the moon and framed by dark, dark lashes. And her hair was already thick, a little curly, and equally dark. Her skin (though bright pink when I first saw her) has faded into a pale, milky white.
Jacob (for those of you who don't know Jacob is my husband of three years) whole-heartedly agreed. Although, he's a bit quirky himself, with large glasses, a few freckles, and dark, curly hair. He's also tall, and on thin side. We bounced names off of each other for the two days I was in the hospital, when finally, as a bit of a joke, he said, 'Taffetta Tiffany Taylors'. Well, it stuck. We took to refering to her as 'Taffy Tiff'.
However, as we stood on the porch of my in-laws two weeks later, I felt a little... um... how to put it? Dumb. Yes, I felt dumb. We had named our first child Taffetta. I felt like running and hiding instead of stiking around to tell my mother-in-law. My mother took it fairly well - she understands that I'm a bit... odd at times. And she thinks that Taffy will eventually tell everyone to call her Tiffany. So, there IS hope for the girl.
Finally, the door opened, and we were greeted with ecstatic hugs and bouncing siblings, eager to see the addition to the clan. We had refrained from telling anyone the name - they all had to wait to be together.
"Wasshername? Didja pick one yet? Is it silly?" We were bombarded by questions.
"Alright, alright, guys! Calm down!" Jacob said, walking inside. I trailed after him, Taffy in my arms.
"So, are you going to tell us her name?" my mother-in-law asked. She was a police chief of fifteen years. And she scared me. Quite a bit. She was also big - I'm not saying big, like fat. I'm saying big, like... muscular.
"Oh, yes," I said, handing Taffy to Jacob. "Why don't you tell them?" I asked him. "They are, after all, your family." It was silent for a moment, Jacob throwing me a semi-glare.
"Her names Taffetta Tiffany." I looked to my mother-in-law. Her expression was a mix of shock, and anger. Slowly, she turned to me.
"You. Named. My. First. Grandchild. TAFFETTA?!"
