Cora

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

Because I love it.

And we wait…

I gasp at the same time as we

Happy!

my god,” I say, laughing and sitting up as Roger snatches me to him, pulling me

just -” he stares at me, thrilled. Laughing, elated, I take his face in my hands and kiss him,

we just named

of our sandy clothes and the blanket and trooped

so we could eat something, and Roger went to get it while

him on the couch for the elaborate dinner he made. Well, elaborate for

otherwise laying in bed talking, 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 much, but it

that as well. But honestly, it blurred in with everything else we did, a usual part of the day as we napped, and went swim and laid out in the sun. The entire time it was just…so natural, and so easy. Just Roger and I

the second day, we knew we had to get back – because as much as we like each

close outside the little bungalow after we’ve

let him kiss me, let it sweep through

another little peck, before looking around. “I really like this place. Maybe

put a hand on my stomach. “But, considering that this little guy is coming

eyebrows raising. “And considering what

a

he nods, eager. “And I’m going to enjoy the process very much, Cora

” You just make

the car. ” Nah, I’m going to be a very involved dad. You’ll see. You’ll barely

car door for me. “Or, we can just pass them all off on Ella,” I say,

asks, loading our tiny luggage into the trunk before

the car, closing my door behind me as Roger climbs into his seat. “Ella, loaded up with four of her own kids and as many nieces and nephews as we can pass

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