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

Because I love it.

And we wait…

at the same time as we feel

Happy!

and sitting up as Roger snatches me

we did we just -” he stares at me, thrilled. Laughing, elated, I take his face in my hands and kiss him, and kiss him,

think we just named the

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

bringing us a basket of food so we could eat something, and Roger went to get

and sit with him on the couch for the elaborate dinner he made. Well, elaborate for Roger, who never learned to cook.

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

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 swim and laid out in the sun. The

had to get back – because as

me close outside the

let him kiss me, let it sweep through

like this place. Maybe the owner will let us buy it,” Roger murmurs, looking fondly at

stomach. “But, considering that this little guy is coming along? We’re going to want more

raising. “And considering what

into a

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

sure,” I say, laughing and rolling my eyes, shoving him away a little bit. ” You

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

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

tiny luggage into the trunk before crossing to the driver’s

me as 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 her to raise? She’d

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