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.

another name down the bond, and I

Because I love it.

And we wait…

then both Roger and I gasp at the same time as we feel the baby

Happy!

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

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

just named the

of our sandy clothes and the blanket and trooped back to the house, where we closed the doors and slept for hours and

us a basket of food so we could eat something, and Roger went to get it while I curled further up in

to, eventually, because Roger wouldn’t let me eat all my meals in bed, instead insisting that I come and sit with him on the couch for the elaborate dinner he made. Well, elaborate for Roger,

whatever the landlord brought us every day in baskets and otherwise laying in bed talking, making each other laugh, sending messages to the baby when

obviously a great deal of that as well. But honestly, it blurred in with everything else we did, a usual part of the day as we napped, and

get back – because as much as we like each other,

outside

it sweep through me. “Maybe

this place. Maybe the owner will let

baby,” I sigh, but then I put a hand on my stomach. “But, considering that this little guy is coming along? We’re going to want

raising. “And considering what the

break into a

“And I’m going to enjoy the

I say, laughing and rolling my eyes, shoving him away a little bit. ” You just make the babies, I’ll grow them, and carry

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 a

toes to kiss his cheek as he opens my car door for me. “Or, we can just pass them all

our tiny luggage into the trunk before crossing to the

I say, rolling my eyes and 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 and as many nieces and nephews

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