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.

name down the bond, and

Because I love it.

And we wait…

and I gasp at the same time as we feel the

Happy!

sitting up as Roger snatches me to him, pulling

-” he stares at me, thrilled. Laughing, elated, I take his face in my hands

just named the

that beach almost until the sun came up, and then we gathered up all of our sandy clothes and the blanket

we could eat something, and Roger went to get it while I

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 to cook. But the spread of sandwiches and

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

obviously a 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 swim and laid out in the sun. The entire time it

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

murmurs, pulling me close outside the little bungalow

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

another little peck, before looking around. “I really like this place. Maybe the owner will let us buy it,” Roger murmurs, looking fondly

then I put a hand on my stomach. “But, considering that this

what

a grin.

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

shoving him away a little bit. ” You

Nah, I’m going to be a very involved dad. You’ll see. You’ll barely have to lift a

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

Roger asks, loading our tiny luggage into

eyes and sitting down in 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 and nephews

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