INT. JO AND LINK’S CAR — LATE AFTERNOON

The car hums steadily down a quiet road.

They’re driving home from the park. 

Golden light spills through the windshield, warm and low.

In the back seat, Luna and Scout are buckled in, listening to their story box narrating something dramatic about a knight and a dragon.

A soft folk song plays underneath the muffled narration.

Jo drives, one hand steady on the wheel, the other resting lightly over her belly.
Link sits in the passenger seat, his arm still in its sling.

SCOUT
(shouting suddenly)
Noooo! The dragon is nice!

LUNA
He’s not nice, Scout!

LINK
(to the back)
Plot twist: dragons have layers.

Jo smiles.
A long beat.
 
Then—

LINK
Peyton Lincoln.

Jo turns her head slowly.

JO
What?

LINK
Just testing it.

He keeps his eyes on the road.

LINK (CONT’D)
That’s a lot of “on.”

JO
Who said we were dropping Wilson?

LINK
Peyton Wilson Lincoln?

He winces playfully.

LINK (CONT’D)
That’s… still a lot of “on.”

She laughs despite herself.

JO
You’re impossible.

He shrugs lightly.

JO (CONT’D)
But I see it’s growing on you.

LINK
I haven’t wrapped my head around it yet.
 
Jo glances at him.
 
JO
I’m still waiting on your better suggestions.

A turn signal clicks softly.

LINK
I don’t have anything better… yet. 

A glance in her direction.

LINK (CONT’D)
Olivia was solid. But you vetoed it.
 
JO
Because she’ll have three in her class.

LINK
Fair. 

A beat.
 
LINK
(teasing)
Still a hard no on Melody?

She turns slowly to look at him.

JO
You cannot be serious.

LINK
I’m committed to the bit.

She shakes her head, smiling — then it fades slightly.

A beat.

LINK
Even if we agree on two names… how are we going to decide which twin is which?

In the back seat—

SCOUT
(shouting suddenly)
The dragon wins!

They both glance in the rearview mirror and smile.

JO
I don’t want it to be random.
Like first one out gets this and the other gets that.

She rubs her belly gently.

JO (CONT’D)
I want to look at them and just… know.

He glances at her now. Really looks at her.

The car is quiet except for the road and faint cartoon voices.

LINK
You think you will?

JO
I don’t know.

A beat.

JO (CON’TD)
But I want that moment.

Another quiet beat.

He nods slightly.

Link reaches over and rests his hand on her knee gently.

LINK
Okay.

Not joking. Not debating.
Just okay.

The car turns into the driveway.

Golden light lingers.
The names hang between them.

Unsure. 

Unassigned.

Waiting. 

FADE OUT.