The Joker is awfully domestic, in his way. He makes pretty clothes. Nathan's perfectly happy to be a clothes horse for his sartorially-inclined mate. Some of the clothes are distinctly feminine, and Nathan does not wear those, although the Joker could probably talk him into a kilt, even if that's not a Manx thing but only their neighbors.
"I went with a variant on a name that appears on both sides of Elspeth's family," Bella shrugs. "Edward's mother was called Elizabeth and Isabella's a variant on the same. I don't know what that would leave you with, if Nathan even remembers any family members' names."
"I remember my wife's name," he says. "It was Calybrid. I don't remember much else about her, though, and no other names."
Nathan nods. But says, "There are some nice Manx names, if not Calybrid in particular."
"Well," says Bella, "insofar as congratulations are appropriate, you have mine - I assume you're keeping it quiet till you're sure if you'll be giving birth or not? Will you want any help with the delivery?"
"The capital sites are all equipped for it, a lot of the people who come in for turning are pregnant, but we can just skip that with you. Give me a day's notice, please."
"We do!" she says cheerfully, and transfers most of them. Unlike previous times, though, she keeps a few of each kind for herself.
Bella observes that but doesn't remark on it. "Thanks," she says. "I'll see you in a couple weeks more."
"Ascon, Kerron, Payl. If it's a boy. Girls - Aedyt, Jony, Myghin. Lots of them really, but I like those."
Well, that leads to predictable places. She's not that pregnant yet. Heck, the baby hasn't even started breaking her ribs.
Yeah, if she keeps the baby, she is definitely going to miss the sex.
About a week later, Nathan says, "This is the best time to ask if you've made up your mind."