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.

down the bond, and I

Because I love it.

And we wait…

at the same time as we feel the

Happy!

and sitting up as Roger

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

just

clothes and the blanket and trooped back to the house, where we closed the doors and slept for

of food so we could

and sit with him on the couch for the elaborate dinner he

sending messages to the

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 simply together, away

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

again, yes?” Roger murmurs, pulling me close outside

and let him kiss me, let it sweep through me. “Maybe not next week. But

“I really like this place. Maybe the owner will let

“But, considering that this

what the goddess said that

a grin.

I’m going

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

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

as he opens my car door for

tiny luggage

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

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