It's finished! I shamelessly adapted the nursery rhyme from one of the loveliest I know - "All the Pretty Horses". Sing along if you know the tune.

(I posted this chapter and chapter five at the same time, so if there seems to be an odd jump in the story, you may have missed five. I say this because the stats are showing a lot of traffic for this, final, chapter, and not much for five!)

Chapter warnings - mentions of suicidal thoughts, and it gets a bit fluffy around the edges at times, although Reno's reactions are based on real experiences to some extent.

The Meteor Effect

VI

When You Awake

"Blake," Hendricks called, and although his voice was calm, Reno heard the suppressed urgency in his tone.

"What is it?" he and Blake said together.

"Bleeding – as we thought. We'll need your help."

"Restore," said Reno at once.

"No. It's too soon. If we use it now and it fails, we'll weaken him. We'll take the conventional route first. Blake!"

"Yes." Blake turned to Reno. "You must wait outside. You can't help here. The nurses will show you what to do."

"But –"

"Go."

Reno knew the doctors were right – restore could do more harm than good used at the wrong time. He was only in the way. With a last, lost look at Rude, Reno took the baby out of the theatre. The air in the corridor outside was cooler and the baby began to cry.

"Shh," said Reno automatically, his eyes still fixed on the doors of the operating theatre. The baby had turned its alien little face towards his jacket, mouth open like one of those baby chocobos they sometimes showed on the racing channels. Its neck was thin and stretched, fine blue veins visible beneath the delicate skin. Reno shivered. One of the nurses approached, holding a bottle.

"Oh!" she cooed, "She's just perfect! Doesn't she look like you?" Reno stared at the woman as though she were insane. The nurse pushed the bottle into his hand and said, "Just let her go at her own pace."

Reno put the teat to that gaping mouth, and the baby latched on to it without difficulty. Reno's eyes returned to the door of the operating theatre.

"Do you have a name?" the nurse asked.

"What?"

"A name. For the baby?"

"No. I'm not naming it. Rude is…"

"Oh look - she's doing well with that bottle. Look at her go!"

Reno looked down at the baby and the already half-empty bottle. "Yeah," he agreed flatly.

"Sometimes premature babies have difficulty learning to suck."

"Right."

"When she's had her feed, we need to give her a few checks and her vitamin K shot. Don't worry –"

Reno thrust the baby, bottle and all, into the surprised nurse's arms. "Good. Yeah. You – do all that stuff. Whatever you need to do, yeah?" He looked back at the closed door. The nurse gave him a sympathetic look. "They're doing all they can for your wife in there. Try not to worry."

"My wife?"

"Yes – Ruby didn't you say? Oh – sorry – is it partner? They just said it was an ectopic…"

"Right," Reno replied, remembering that these nurses hadn't been told about the situation. "Yeah – yeah. Sorry. I don't –"

"It's all right. We'll take care of this little darling. I'll bring her back in a few minutes."

Reno had to restrain himself from exclaiming, "Don't!"

When the nurse had taken the baby away, Reno paced up and down outside the operating theatre, thinking of nothing but Rude. He had been fretting uselessly for about ten minutes when, from behind the closed blinds that covered the glass panel in the door, Reno saw the unmistakable green glow of materia.

"Shit!" he swore, yanking open the door without knocking and bursting into the theatre, his own restore materia already in his hand. "Rude! What's happening?"

Hendricks looked up at him as he entered. "Cast it," he said. "We've had one fail already. We can't stop the bleeding."

Reno cast Cure over his partner as he had so many times during missions.

"Still not enough!" Blake cried. "Use the last one, Hearn."

Hearn cast another spell. Rude's body was bathed in green light, but Hearn swore as the materia he'd been using went dark and useless.

Desperate, Reno cast again, but this time nothing happened. "It was mastered!" he gasped. "How can it fail?"

"I think that's done it," Hendricks said. "Or – no – but the bleeding's not so bad. I'm going to reconnect the bowel. With luck, the extra strength Cure provides will allow the tissue to join.

Reno could do nothing but watch while Hendricks worked on Rude, Hearn and Blake supporting. He had no idea how much time had passed, when Hendricks said, "All right. I think those stitches will hold. I'm going to close up, and then we'll see where we are."

"Is he going to be all right?" Reno asked.

"I can't say yet. He lost a lot of blood when we removed the placenta. We had to take a longer section of bowel than we anticipated. We've given him blood – a lot of blood – but he was in trouble a couple of times. We'll know more when we bring him out of the anaesthetic."

"You should be with the baby," Blake said. "We'll let you see Rude as soon as he's out of theatre."

Reno wanted to argue, but he was afraid of causing trouble when Rude so clearly needed the surgeons' attention. He returned to the corridor, closing the door behind him. The nurse who had taken the baby reappeared and said, "You were in there nearly an hour. Are you all right? Is she -?"

"I don't know," replied Reno, dazed. "They're going to tell me. I don't know."

"Come and see your daughter," the nurse said. "She's sleeping. We've cleaned her up. She's beautiful."

Numbly, Reno followed the nurse into another room where the baby lay in a transparent plastic cot. The nurses had dressed the kid in a yellow sleep suit that only made it look even more like a chocobo chick than it had done previously. Reno slumped in the chair next to the cot and made himself look at the baby. It looked like a baby. He couldn't see any resemblance to Rude or to himself in its small mottled face. It could be anyone's baby. If anything it was kind of - ugly.

"Are they supposed to look like that?" he asked.

"Like what? She's lovely!" the nurse said. "She has your eyes, doesn't she?"

"How can you tell? They looked kinda – dark blue."

"Oh – you can't tell the colour straight away. But the shape of them."

The baby's eyes looked like puffy slits. Its nose was tiny and had no particular shape. Now that the gummy maw was closed in sleep, the mouth looked less disproportionately huge than it had done when it had been wide open, but Reno still felt no more connection to the baby than he had on first seeing it. Her. Whatever.

Not mine, he thought. I don't want this.

"I'll leave you with your little girl," the nurse said. "Try to get some sleep if you can. We'll hear if she wakes, but you call us if you need anything."

Reno sat beside the sleeping baby, his head in his hands. Every so often his eyes reluctantly strayed to the cot, but the baby persisted in looking as unremarkable as ever. Nothing about it reminded him of Rude.

After a time the baby started making strange snuffling noises. Reno jumped up, alarmed, and peered into the cot. He didn't want the kid, but Rude would never forgive him if he let anything happen to it.

"Nurse!" he yelled. "Something's up!"

A different nurse – an older woman he hadn't seen before – entered the room briskly, but without panic. She looked at the baby, who had managed to sleep through Reno's shouting.

"She's sleeping," the nurse told Reno.

"But she was making these noises. Like – snorting noises."

"Snoring?"

"Well – yeah. I guess. Do babies do that?"

"Sometimes. Her lungs are new to this, remember. Try not to worry. It must seem strange at first."

"Yeah. Is there any news – from the theatre?"

"Not yet. They'll come to you first."

"Right."

The nurse stroked a finger along the baby's cheek. "She's only the third Meteor Effect baby I've seen so far. The other two both made it – one was eight weeks prem. She's beautiful, isn't she?"

"Looks like a bird with no feathers. Are they always this red? She looks kinda raw."

"Some are much redder. Some are squashed looking – difficult vaginal deliveries – forceps or ventouse. Heads like cones. But they all look fine after a few hours or days. Do you have support? If your wife needs to stay in hospital –"

Reno didn't bother to correct her. "Yeah," he said, thinking of Elena, Tseng and Rufus. "Yeah, I have support."

"Good. It's a steep learning curve –"

The nurse looked up as Hendricks and Blake entered the room. She looked at their faces, and left the room quietly.

Reno found himself unable to ask the question.

"He's alive," Hendricks said. "But he hasn't come around from the anaesthetic. Hearn's with him, running tests. We think he's in a coma."

"But he'll be okay?"

"We don't know that yet."

"I want to see him."

"Yes. He's in the recovery room. He's breathing unaided, which is a good sign."

Reno headed for the door. Blake said, "The baby."

"Oh – yeah. He'll want to see her. Hear her. Shit." Reno went to the cot and hesitated, looking at the size of his hands, thinking of that bird-like neck.

"She won't break," Blake smiled. "Be careful to support her head."

Reno reached into the cot and lifted the baby out. She stirred in his arms, but didn't wake. He carried her carefully as, he would carry an expensive laptop, or an armed grenade, because she was Rude's. Perhaps hearing her, or knowing she was there, would bring him round.

Rude looked no different from how he normally looked sleeping. There was a drip in his arm and the wires of various monitors snaked under the sheets, but, as Hendricks had said, he was breathing without artificial help, his breaths regular and steady. Under the blankets, his abdomen looked smaller. He hadn't really gained weight elsewhere on his body during the whole ordeal. Reno had often seen him bruised and wounded after missions. Now he looked peaceful. But when Reno said, too loud in the quiet room, "Hey, Partner!" there was no response. "I brought her to see you," Reno said, approaching the bed, holding the baby out in a hopeless appeal. "They – they say she's beautiful. She's fine. She is fine. All the right bits." He hated the fragility in his own attempt at a laugh. Blake gave him a sympathetic look, and moved to the door. "We'll leave you with him for a while," she said. Hearn put a hand on Reno's shoulder, before he left the room, Hendricks following.

"Okay, Partner," Reno said, laying the baby against Rude's chest, and holding her there. "You can have the rest of today off. But then I want you back on duty, yeah? You feel that? That's your kid. She needs you."

The baby began to cry. Reno muttered, "Shit!" and picked her up again. "See?" he said to Rude, "You hear that? That's her. Loud little fucker, ain't she?" He could almost hear Rude telling him not to swear in front of the kid.

"Yeah, yeah," he said. "You want me to do this your way, you come an' tell me how - you hear me? An' I meant what I said. She's not getting a name until you tell me what it is. Okay?"

The silence was broken only by the regular low beeping of the monitors and the occasional whimper from the baby as she settled in Reno's arms. He sat on the chair beside Rude's bed, rocking the baby automatically, looking across at his partner.

"Okay," he said at last, "Maybe I was too harsh. You – take as long as you need, man. But you come back. An' this ain't no extended vacation like Reiley, either – 'cause I ain't waiting three years, and you don't got the excuse of falling into a mako reactor!"

Reno lapsed into silence. The baby settled, and went back to sleep. Reno found that he could hold her quite safely in one arm. He reached to take hold of Rude's hand, sliding his own underneath it, being careful not to dislodge the cannula taped into the vein. "Rude," he said, quietly. "You have to come back. I need you. I can't –" He heard himself, and stopped. "No," he said. "Scratch that. I can. I will. Whatever it takes. But I want you back, okay, Partner? We – we both want you back. When you're ready, yeah?"

x

When it became apparent, after more than a week, that Rude wasn't going to come out of the coma quickly, if at all, but that his condition was stable, Reno insisted on bringing him back to Cliff Resort.

Tseng and Elena were waiting at the bottom of the steps to meet the ambulance that Hearn had somehow commandeered for the afternoon. The truth was, with only three weeks to go to the full "Meteor Effect" crisis, there was no room for Rude in Edge anyway. Rufus' money had enabled Reeve to complete the new hospitals at five different locations in Edge and Kalm, but even with these fully operational, there would still be overcrowding for the two or three days when the number of births would spike drastically.

Reno and Hearn unloaded the stretcher bearing Rude's inert body from the ambulance. Elena and Tseng moved to look at their colleague.

"Rude," said Elena, softly.

Tseng looked at Reno. "We've cleared Elena's room for him," he said. "There's a good power supply for the monitors."

"Thanks," Reno said. Elena waited for the inevitable question, but it didn't come. Instead, Reno took hold of his end of the stretcher, nodding to Hearn, waiting at the other end, and said, "Tseng – get the doors, would you? Elena – baby's in the front – in the carrier you bought."

"Right," said Elena, moving round to the passenger side of the ambulance. The baby was safely strapped into a backwards-facing carrier. She was gurgling happily to herself, waving her arms eagerly at a pattern of dancing shadows cast onto the back of the ambulance seat by the sunlight filtering through leaves.

"Well look at you!" Elena exclaimed, leaning forwards to unfasten the seatbelt that held the carrier in place. "Don't you look just like your daddy?"

x

Two weeks passed, and life at Cliff Resort settled into a new pattern. Reno dutifully read everything Elena had found about caring for newborns. He made up formula, washed and sterilised bottles, changed nappies, carefully cleaned the remains of the clamped cord until it fell off, bathed the baby in the yellow plastic tub Elena had purchased, using appropriate baby bath products. Apart from swearing under his breath occasionally when he was woken for the fifth time in the night by the kid's crying, he was an exemplary father in every way except for the one that counted most. He did all he could to work while the baby was asleep, but, despite Elena's willingness to take turns at childcare, everybody soon became aware that the situation was untenable.

Now that she shared a room with Tseng – a circumstance that Reno still hadn't summoned the energy to tease her about – Elena was the first to see the effect the child was having on the director. She took it upon herself to talk to Reno about it, before Tseng was forced to intervene.

She found Reno, ashen-faced with deep shadows under his eyes, emerging from his bedroom. "She's asleep," he said. "At last. Fuck me, I never knew it was possible to be this tired."

"Sleep," Elena told him. "I'll listen out for the monitor. You get some rest on the couch."

"Need to see Rude," Reno said. "Then I'm on duty."

"This isn't working," Elena told him. "None of us can go on like this. Tseng's doing half your shifts as well as his own – and that's with Rufus relatively well. And you're doing a good job – you really are – but –"

"What?" Reno glared at her. "What now? I'm doing everything those books said. She's fed. She's clean. She's growing and all that shit! Yeah – and there's plenty of that to go around – fucking – bright yellow…" His rant subsided, as he yawned hugely.

"I know. I know you are. But – you don't look at her, Reno. You don't talk to her."

"She's a fucking baby! She can't talk!"

"You know what I mean."

"What do you want me to do? All right – I'll talk to her."

"Babies need…"

"What? What the fuck else?"

Elena couldn't bring herself to say it. Reno looked utterly drained. "Never mind. What do I know? But – I think we need help. Someone to look after her so you can work."

"I'm not sending her away. I know those places – I – Rude wouldn't want…"

"I'm not talking about sending her away. I mean – like a nanny, or something."

"A nanny? What – like rich kids have?"

"I'm sure Rufus would be happy to pay."

In spite of his exhaustion Reno's eyes flashed at that. "I can pay! But – who? Who could we trust?"

"There's a nurse here – a former nurse. The one who put you on to the fact that pregnancy prevents the stigma. Rude knew - uh, knows - her quite well, from doing his training. I mentioned that, if she was interested, there might be work…"

"A Geostigma patient?"

"Yes. It's not contagious. We know that much. And she's well at the moment. She seemed enthusiastic. We wouldn't tell her - you know – how the baby got here."

Reno looked doubtful, but the idea of having someone to help with the baby was very tempting.

"You're sure the stigma's not contagious?"

"Yes. Didn't you see the report Rufus wrote after he got out of that cave system? Black water. That's what he thinks caused it. And we've all been here with him – changed the dressings – been with him during attacks. If it were contagious, we'd all have it by now."

"Yeah," said Reno. "I know, really. Well - I guess we could tell this nurse that the baby's Rude's kid, and we've been looking after her while he's – while…"

Elena shook her head. "We can't do that, Reno. It's obvious to anyone that she's yours."

"No way! We don't even know that she is mine! She doesn't look anything like me – or Rude. She looks like a baby."

Elena sighed. "All right – well, we'll work out what to tell her later. But in principle?"

"Hell yeah," said Reno. "Anything."

x

It took former paediatric nurse Grace Coleman two days to reorganise affairs at the ShinRa Lodge, as the stigma patients apparently referred to it, into a workable routine. By the end of the week Tseng was seriously considering recruiting her as a Turk. A kind of normality emerged from the threatened chaos. Rufus was well enough to work, liaising with Reeve on plans for the future of Edge; Tseng and Elena both managed enough sleep to allow them to function effectively and to spend some time with Rude, who remained stable, but showed no sign of improvement. Although he was still very tired, Reno seemed to be coping.

Things had improved so much that Rufus felt able to broach the subject of the cells he needed from the child in order to look for a potential cure for the stigma. He didn't know whether to be relieved or alarmed when Reno only looked at him for a moment and replied, "Yeah, sure. Why not – if it'll help."

"Thank you," Rufus said. "And if you'll allow us to take a cheek swab from you, too, we'll be able to establish paternity."

"If you want. Makes no difference anyhow. Told Rude I'd look after her, an' I'm lookin' after her."

"A DNA test is not really necessary," Rufus said. "It's quite clear that she's your child."

"So I've been told. Can't see it myself."

"So you have no objections?" Rufus asked. He'd been prepared for a fight. Reno shrugged. "Might as well do some good to someone, if she can. Some fucking point to all this. Rude… Well, he would want..."

Reno hadn't been prepared to say any more on the subject.

No one was at all surprised when, a few days later, the DNA test proved that half of Rude's baby's genes were Reno's.

x

There was nothing on TV these days except reports about the Meteor Effect babies. Some evenings, when he was too tired to do anything but slump on the couch while he fed the baby or rocked her to sleep, Reno would catch interviews with joyful mothers, doctors and midwives recounting their experiences, the heads of the new orphanages, sometimes joined by Reeve, reassuring the public that all the babies were being looked after – wanted or unwanted. The fourteenth of October arrived, and the news was full of how well the hospitals were coping with the surge of new life.

Reno took the baby to Rude's room. He sat carefully on the end of the bed, and looked at his partner. Hearn visited frequently, and Nurse Coleman had taken over the duties of Rude's regular physiotherapy, although Reno liked to do extra sessions in the little time he had, in the hope that his touch or his voice might help to bring Rude out of the coma. Hearn and the other doctors hadn't been able to say for sure what had induced the coma, but they agreed that it was probably a combination of the trauma of the operation combined with the overdose of Cure he had received from what appeared to be unstable materia. Whether it was a consequence of Meteor, or the eruption of the Lifestream, no one knew, but materia appeared to be destabilising and failing all over the planet. Hendricks had told Reno that, nevertheless, the materia provided by ShinRa had certainly saved Rude's life – without it the bleeding would never have been controlled. But as the days passed the chances of Rude emerging from his unconsciousness lessened.

"Hey," Reno began. "It's all kicking off now. Hundreds of babies." He held their baby close to Rude's face. She made a sound that sounded like "Ga."

"See," said Reno. "She's saying hello. You have to wake up and have a look at her, Partner. Everyone's saying she looks like me, but I – I don't know. Elena thinks I don't talk to her enough – but what should I say? Not like she understands me. Talk to you more than to her 'cause it's like – I know what you'd say, you know?

"Rude – she's mine. I know, I saw the test results, but she don't feel like anything to do with me. I'm looking after her, like I promised, but…"

He fell silent. What was the point?

Rude's face looked naked without his sunglasses. Vulnerable.

Reno tried again. "Look, man – you gotta come back. The nurse, Grace – you know her – the one who does your physio. She keeps sayin' I need to give this kid a name – says she needs a name so she knows who she is. Elena too. Even Tseng. Saw him the other day looking into the cot. He talks to her. Calls her something in Wutaian. I don't know what. Elena says I should sing to her and shit. She does this song about "all the pretty chocobos. Red, yellow, blue, Golden too…" I don't know. Never knew any of those kid songs. But you have to name her. You have to. I know I said take your time, but seriously? Don't go pulling a Reiley on me now, because I don't know how much longer…

"Least there's one thing. Boss seems to think her cells might help with the stigma. That would be something, huh? Something… good."

The baby started crying. "Okay, okay," Reno told her, before turning his attention back to Rude. "Look, Partner, I gotta go. She needs feeding. But you – think about what I said, yeah? You got work here. You got people who –" Even now, with Rude unconscious, and nobody present but the child, Reno couldn't say the word he'd failed to say in the hospital. "You got people counting on you," he finished, instead.

x

Rufus stood at the window, looking out at the slowly darkening sky and the long lines of the waterfalls, matte silver in the low light.

"I'm sorry," said Tseng.

Rufus didn't look round. "It's all right. We knew it was a long shot. I should have learned by now, not to look for reason in nature." He gave a low laugh. "I guess I haven't quite shaken off the idea that I have a destiny. But the child is just a healthy child. I suppose we'll never know how it was made. And perhaps there is no why."

"You have a destiny," Tseng said.

Rufus turned to face him. "I was never afraid of death," he said. "But this death… I think it comes to you when you give in. When you're reconciled to the idea that you're going to die. In the cave – there was a moment when I thought it was the end and I was ready. Then the black water came." He shivered, remembering. "It was something - sentient. I fought it, but it was too late. It was an instant of weakness. I shouldn't have given up. None of you – Rude, Reno, Elena - and you, Tseng – none of you gave up."

"We're different," Tseng replied. "It's easier for us because we believe that you do have a destiny. We all believe that you do. As long as you're with us, we can't give up. It's the nature of our job. Leadership is… harder."

"You think I know what to do? In all this chaos?"

"I think you will work out what to do, yes. And we'll keep working to find a cure."

"But what if there is no cure? What if the stigma – wherever it comes from – is invincible?"

"Then we'll fight it as long as we can."

Rufus nodded. "Thank you, Tseng." He moved to look out of the window again. As Tseng turned to go, Rufus said quietly, "I never thought that any of you would stay – after Weapon. After Meteor."

"We stayed where we belong, Sir," Tseng replied, before he closed the door.

x

Reno took the letter from the drawer in the nightstand and turned it over in his hands. All that was written on it was his name, in Rude's neat, clear handwriting. He longed to open it. However brief Rude had been, at least the letter would contain his words – almost his voice. Something of him more real than the still form lying on that bed, present and yet so horribly absent. What had Rude wanted to call their daughter? Had he written anything else?

But the letter was in case he died. And that was not going to happen, was it?

Angry at his weakness, Reno returned the letter to the drawer, and went to stand by the cot, looking down at his sleeping baby. How had Elena's song gone?

"Red, yellow, blue, golden too. All the pretty chocobos. When you awake, you shall have…"

When you awake.

Six weeks now. Almost all of the Meteor Effect babies born, and Rude still as far away as ever.

x

Seven weeks. The Meteor Effect crisis was over. Reno held his baby carefully in the warm water, one arm around her back, washing what remained of her hair. The black tufts she had been born with had mostly fallen out, and the newly emerging fluff that had grown to replace it sometimes gleamed amber in the light. Her eyes – well, yes, he could see what they meant about her eyes now. Shaped like his own, but the colour of Rude's. Perhaps there were resemblances, after all. And yet he still felt nothing towards her but a duty of care, for Rude's sake.

And Rude?

Rude wasn't going to make it, was he?

"Sorry, Kid," Reno said aloud. "You and me – we're on our own, I reckon."

Tseng had told him that the cells Kilmister had tested had been completely normal, healthy human cells. No hope of a cure for the stigma there. Rude had been right after all – she was a normal baby. Just a normal baby.

What had been the point of any of it? All the baby had done was to take Rude away and cause problems for the rest of them.

"And it's my fault," Reno murmured, looking at the baby. He reached for the soap, and cursed as the sleeve of his jacket dipped into the water. He shrugged off the wet garment, letting it fall to the ground beside the tub. There was a metallic clatter as something struck the wooden floor, and looking down, Reno saw that the magrod, which he hadn't used for months now, had slipped out of the inside pocket of his old uniform jacket. His first thought was, "Shouldn't be in a bathroom." His second came unbidden – a desperate thought that he could never take back or unthink. It would be quick. It would take them both together, no question. It would be a solution. Rude wasn't going to wake up.

Shocked, Reno kicked the weapon away, everything inside him rebelling against the idea. He looked down at the baby, appalled at himself, and his attention was caught by something strange in the water – a cloudy mass, like a drop of black ink, spreading thin tendrils –

With a horrified shout, Reno snatched his baby out of the water, holding her tight. In the tub the black stain spread outwards, fingers of darkness reaching into clear water… then, as quickly as it had appeared, the alien substance contracted, became an ink drop again, and vanished. Reno stared at the water, wondering whether he'd been hallucinating - knowing that he hadn't.

A painfully sharp tug brought his attention back to the baby. Her hand was closed tight around a little fistful of his hair. "Hey," he said, "C'mon kid! That really – ow!"

She looked at him, and smiled.

"Oh," said Reno, gazing into his daughter's eyes and seeing her for the first time.

And no – those weren't tears in his eyes - it was steamy as fuck in here – but, "Oh baby girl – nothing is ever gonna hurt you. I'm gonna keep you safe, baby. Your daddy's gonna keep you safe!"

"About time!" said Elena from the doorway.

Reno turned to look at her, his expression dazed. "She smiled," he said.

"She must have known," Elena replied, and her own face was radiant. "Rude's woken up. He's asking for you. He's asking for you both."

The End.

Thank you for reading this unintentionally long story!

So – what did Rude and Reno call their baby? I had a few ideas, but names are such personal things I thought people would have their own preferences. I did try a couple of random baby name generators online, and when I put in the names of the parents as Reno and Rude my absolute favourite suggestion was... Pansy Ginger! Any thoughts? Reviews are always very welcome…