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…

at the same time as

Happy!

say, laughing and sitting up as Roger snatches me to him, pulling

thrilled. Laughing, elated, I take his face in my hands and kiss him, and kiss him,

we just named the

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

to the owner of the bungalow tapping on the door, bringing us a basket of food so we

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 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

whatever the landlord brought us every day in baskets and otherwise laying in bed talking, making each other laugh, sending messages

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 was just…so natural, and so easy. Just Roger and I simply

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

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

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

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

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

“And considering what the goddess

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

” You just make the babies, I’ll

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

his cheek as he opens my car door for me. “Or, we can just pass them

our tiny luggage into the trunk before crossing to

my door behind me as Roger climbs into his seat. “Ella, loaded up with four of her own kids

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