“I like the name Thomas.”
Henry sighed. Sarah was being stubborn.
“Honey, we already discussed this… I thought we’d agreed on Gabriel.”
Henry thought to himself, in situations like this, the best tactic is a mixture of 85% reasoning and 15% pleading. She won’t be swayed by argument alone, but if the mixture is too rich… She’ll think it’s whiny.
“I don’t know, Gabriel is three syllables. You know how we talked about three syllable names… It’s just so uneven.”
“Babe.” Lower voice to a comforting, but solid baritone. “Gabriel has a special place in my parent’s heart. It’d mean a lot to my mother.”
“Ok….” – Sarah relented, exhaling through her nostrils. Henry knew he had his victory, “OK. I gotta call Mom now, tell her the good news!” End on an upbeat note. Time to make a quick exit before she changes her mind.
A nurse, having overheard the conversation, walks to Sarah’s bedside and whispers, “I thought you liked the name Gabriel?”
“I do… But now he thinks he owes me.”