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

Because I love it.

And we wait…

the

Happy!

I say, laughing and sitting up as Roger snatches me

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

we just

I stayed on that beach almost until the sun came up, and then we gathered up all of our sandy clothes and the blanket and trooped back to the house, where we closed the doors and slept for hours

in the early afternoon to the owner of the bungalow tapping on the door, bringing us a 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

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

every day in baskets and 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 made

it blurred in with everything else we did, a usual part of the day as we napped, and went

day, we knew we had to get back

do this again, yes?” Roger murmurs, pulling me close outside the little bungalow after we’ve packed and locked up. “Next

let it sweep through me. “Maybe not

place. Maybe the owner

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

“And considering what the

break into a

he nods, eager. “And I’m going

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

arm around my shoulder as we head for the car. ” Nah, I’m going to be a very

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

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

Roger climbs into his seat. “Ella,

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