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.

then Roger passes another name down the

Because I love it.

And we wait…

at the

Happy!

say, laughing and sitting up as Roger snatches me to him, pulling me

I take his face in my hands and

just named the

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

so we could eat something, and Roger went to get it while I curled further up in bed, deciding that I

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, who never learned

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

we did, a usual part of the day as we napped, and went swim and

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

outside the little bungalow after

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

like this place. Maybe the owner will let us buy it,”

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

“And considering what the goddess said that night

break into a

“And I’m going to enjoy

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

for the car. ” Nah, I’m going to

he opens my car door for me. “Or, we can just pass them all off on Ella,”

tiny luggage into the trunk

seat. “Ella, loaded up with four of her own kids and as many nieces and nephews as we can pass over to her to

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