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Matthew? Roger tries, passing the name down the line to the baby and I grip his hand, and we both wait…

But nothing.

“The baby doesn’t like the name Matthew,” I whisper, laughing a little. “Well, it was just a starter,” Roger murmurs, grinning at me again. “You try one.”

“All right,” I say, leaning my head back and taking a deep breath. And then I pass a name down, trying… Oliver.

“Oliver!?” Roger bursts out in disgust and I gasp, glaring at him.

“You are biasing our son!” I accuse, sitting up to smack him. “I said nothing when you said stupid Matthew!”

“Matty is a cute name “he protests, laughing and blocking my blow. “Oliver is the name of a sickly Victorian child who wants more gruel -”

I growl and lay back, taking a deep breath and gathering myself. “Well, let’s see what the baby thinks,” I murmur, sending Roger another glare. And then I try again, whispering Oliver? down the bond. But nothing comes back.

“Good baby,” Roger murmurs, kissing my stomach again and making me laugh. “Don’t let her call you that. It’s terrible.”

“Okay okay,” I say, taking a deep breath. “Let’s try one more.”

“I’ll pick it?” Roger asks.

“Sure,” I reply, relaxing. “But this time, pick one you really, really like. One that you’d actually want him to be called – your favorite.”

“Okay,” he murmurs.

Roger passes another name down the bond,

Because I love it.

And we wait…

I gasp at the same time as

Happy!

as Roger snatches me to him, pulling me fast into his

I take his face in my hands and kiss him, and kiss him, and kiss

think we just

on that beach almost until the sun came up, and then we gathered up all of our sandy clothes and the blanket and

basket of food so we could eat something, and Roger went to get it while I curled further up in bed, deciding that I was never,

with him on the couch for the elaborate dinner he made. Well, elaborate for Roger, who never

making each other laugh, sending messages to the baby when he was awake to see what he’d do. And honestly, the baby never did

of the day as we napped, and went swim and laid out in the sun. The entire time it was just…so

to get back – because as much as we like each other, we like our lives

pulling me close outside the little bungalow after

it sweep through me.

this place. Maybe the owner will let us

sigh, but then I put a hand on my stomach. “But, considering that this little

Roger says, his eyebrows raising. “And considering what the goddess said that night

into a grin. “You’re

“And I’m going to enjoy

bit. ” You just make the babies, I’ll grow them, and carry them,

around my shoulder as we head for the car. ” Nah, I’m going to be a very involved dad. You’ll see. You’ll barely have to lift

opens my car door for me. “Or, we can

that?” Roger asks, loading our tiny luggage into the trunk before crossing to the

sitting down in the car, closing my door behind me as Roger climbs into his seat. “Ella, loaded up with four of her own kids

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