#monty python headcanons

“God, look at her Mike, she’s perfect.” You look down at the little girl resting in your arms. Only a few hours old, all swaddled in a little pink blanket.

“You did so well, I know it hurt, but look what that pain gave us.” Micheal laid his head on your shoulder, cooing at the daughter he helped to create. “Look at her my love, she looks just like you.” He takes a pause, looking into your eyes.

“She has your eyes though, Micheal.”

He laughs a little, running his thumb against the little girl’s small little face. “Well, it’s a little early to say that.”

“I can feel it in my soul, just like I knew she was going to be the girl.” You gave Michael a cheeky smile before kissing his lips.

“It was a 50/50 chance!” He jokingly protests, yet unable to be noting but loving, in utter awe of that little girl in your arms. “God, I wish she has your smile.”

“It’s bound to happen. Her mother is a Gilliam after all.” You giggle softly, feeling how your husband’s shaggy hair tickled the nape of your neck as he kissed your cheek.

“How do I always forget you are Terry’s little sister?” Michael mumbles to himself.

The moment soon fell to silence. Your daughter sound asleep on your chest, so peaceful and perfect.

“Oh darling! She needs a name!” Michael exclaimed, yet being sure to not be too loud as to wake the baby.

You and Michael go back and forth on the long list of baby girl names you came up with.

“How about Juliet?” You asked, after deciding Beatrice and Olivia were both no goes.