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.

another name down the

Because I love it.

And we wait…

then both Roger and I gasp at the same time as

Happy!

laughing and sitting up as Roger

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

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, where we closed the doors and slept

bringing us a basket of food so we could eat something, and Roger went to get it while I curled further up

instead insisting that I come and sit with him on the couch for the elaborate dinner he made. Well, elaborate for

other laugh, sending

as we napped, and went swim and laid out in

second day, we knew we had to get back – because as

this again, yes?” Roger murmurs, pulling me close outside the little bungalow after we’ve packed and locked up.

kiss me, let it

like this place. Maybe the owner will let us

“But, considering that this little guy is

considering what the goddess said that night on

a grin. “You’re thinking

nods, eager. “And I’m going to

my eyes, shoving him away a little bit. ” You just

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

my toes to kiss his cheek as he opens my car door for me. “Or, we can

asks, loading our tiny luggage into 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 as we can pass over to her to raise? She’d

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