We're sitting in the waiting room at Casa de Benavidez, admiring the perpetual new construction and biding the time until we can eat, when Jacob turns to me and Sed.

"I know you're having a girl this time," he says, "but if you have a boy, you know what you should name it?"

This being our first baby, and only being four months in, and having had a concrete name in place since conception, we're unaccustomed to these kinds of suggestions. Still, Jacob recently helped name a new daughter of his own, and he's our friend, so we're willing to hear him out.

"Cedric."

He has to say it again, slowly, before we get it.