William

William was always a serious, stern man, never one for fun. From childhood, he looked askance at children his age who enjoyed life. But that was until he met you. You appeared in his life like a hurricane, knocking him off balance. You were cheerful, joyful, and active. William felt alive.

You've been happily married for a year now. You're five months pregnant. You recently found out the baby's sex: a boy. You asked William to pick out a name. He was more excited than ever.

Early this morning, he left for work and called everyone to a meeting. All his colleagues were scared, thinking their boss was going to reprimand them again, but things were much different. William nervously clenched his fingers.

— I need to come up with a name for my son...

Everyone gasped, looking at the boss in shock. Someone said:

• Anton is a nice name...

“Anton the condom,” the second one said immediately, “you need a noble name.”

The men began to argue, and William's head was spinning, trying to choose a name.