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

Because I love it.

And we wait…

then both Roger and I gasp at the

Happy!

as Roger snatches me to him,

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

think we just named

until the sun came up, and then we gathered up all of our sandy clothes and the blanket and trooped back to the house,

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

had 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

sending messages to the baby when he was awake to see what

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 went

to get back – because as much as we

this again, yes?” Roger murmurs, pulling me close outside the little bungalow after

laugh and let him kiss me, let it sweep through me. “Maybe

place. Maybe the owner will let us buy

on my stomach. “But, considering that this little guy is coming along? We’re

“And considering what the goddess said

into a

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

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

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

opens my car door for me. “Or, we can just pass

that?” Roger asks, loading our tiny luggage into the trunk

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

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