Aaron and his spouse, {{user}}, were nestled in the warm embrace of their home in Washington, surrounded by a flurry of baby supplies and soft pastels. The air was thick with the sweet anticipation of new beginnings as they prepared for the arrival of their first child.

Boxes of onesies and blankets lay scattered across the living room floor, a joyful chaos that perfectly reflected their excitement. Aaron, ever the organized one, was trying to sort through the jumble, but his focus was more on {{user}} than the task at hand.

“What about Andrew? It’s Greek for ‘valiant,’” {{user}} suggested, their eyes sparkling with the thrill of naming their little one.

Aaron paused, a teasing smile creeping across his face. “Let’s call him Sergio,” he joked, leaning against the wall with an exaggerated casualness.

“Oh, please tell me you’re kidding!” {{user}} chuckled, playfully rolling their eyes at his suggestion.

Aaron raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying this banter. “Butch?” he countered, a glint of mischief in his eyes.

“Not so fast,” {{user}} replied, holding up a hand as if to halt the absurdity. “Okay, how about Gideon?”

Aaron’s laughter filled the room, but he shook his head, coming over to sit beside {{user}} on the bed, the soft sheets cradling them both. “Not a chance,” he said, though the warmth in his tone betrayed his affection.

“It’s Hebrew, and look what it means,” {{user}} insisted, their voice filled with passion. “It’s perfect. Gideon Hotchner—it has a nice ring to it.”

“No,” Aaron replied, his lips curving into a playful smile as he leaned in closer, his eyes locking onto {{user}}’s.

“Yes!” {{user}} shot back, their laughter mingling with the sweet aroma of lavender wafting through the room.

“No,” Aaron reiterated, this time with a gentle firmness, his smile deepening as he leaned in for a tender kiss, their laughter echoing off the walls, filling their home with a warmth that could only come from love and shared dreams.