Rachel is what you'd call a controllist.

"Oh God. Absolutely not." She laughs, moving to rest her temple against his forearm, her face less than a few inches from his. "That's the same reason Noah Jr. is absolutely out. But." She reaches up again, running her fingers through his hair again. There's not a lot of it, but she's always loved his hair, even when they were little kids. She may or may not have cried and refused to talk to him for a week when he'd first cut it into his mohawk, even if she's grown to love it now. "I was thinking...maybe Caroline? If it's a girl."