Nell was scared. Downright terrified. Less than a minute ago, she was in agony. Twenty years old and in more pain than she had been in her entire life. But she was happy. Now she felt old, and miserable.

"Twins..." she whispered. The doctor had said "twins". A boy and a girl.

Stillborn.

Elliot held his wife. They had tried for years....Night after night, they hoped and wished, prayed and begged the powers that be. They were blessed with twins...and lost them in a heartbeat.

A rather timid nurse entered the room.

"Mrs. Lawliet?"

Elliot and his stricken wife looked up hesitantly. How much more news could they take?

"Y-yes?" she trilled.

"I have wonderful news!" she said ecstatically, presenting Nell with a small blue bundle. "Your boy survived!"

The Lawliets spared each other one crazed glance, before hungrily pushing aside the blue fleece blankets.

A tiny pink someone, with a shock of tufty black hair, peered up at them with huge eyes, like coals.

"He's beautiful..." Nell cooed, lightly stroking her child's cheek.

Elliot bent down, kissing his son on his tiny forehead.

"Of course he is. He's ours."

The nurse gave the blissful couple a few moments before approaching them with a clipboard.

"Have you thought of a name?" she asked sweetly.

The two looked at each other

Nell raised her eyebrows. "We, we only ever thought about a girl. We liked Elle."

"We could call him that." said her husband."

"That's a girl's name!" she exclaimed. "Unless...."

Elliot smiled. "Maybe...?"

"Congratulations!" cried the nurse as she backed out the door. Pen scratching away, she filled out the birth certificate, muttering under her breath.

"Last name...Lawliet. First name....L"