The Mystical Attraction of Alpha

Chapter 428: Names

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…

the

Happy!

sitting up as Roger

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

think we just

and I stayed on that beach almost 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

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

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 to cook. But the spread of sandwiches and warmed soup and crackers he made was delicious, and certainly hit the

every 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 never did much, but

did, a usual part of the day as we napped, and went swim and laid out in the sun. The entire time it was

had to get back – because as much as

close outside the little bungalow after we’ve

kiss me, let it sweep through me.

looking around. “I really like this place.

baby,” I sigh, but then I put a hand on my stomach. “But,

his eyebrows raising. “And considering what the goddess said that night

break into a

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

little bit. ” You just make the babies, I’ll grow

I’m going to be a very involved dad.

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

be into that?” Roger asks, loading our tiny luggage into the trunk before crossing to the driver’s

dream,” I say, rolling my 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

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