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…

then both Roger and I gasp at the

Happy!

up as Roger snatches me

me, thrilled. Laughing, elated, I take his

just named

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

a basket of food so we

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

brought us 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

napped, and went swim and laid out in the sun. The entire time it was just…so

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

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

kiss me, let it sweep through me. “Maybe

giving me another little peck, before looking around. “I really like this place.

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

“And considering what the goddess said

a grin. “You’re thinking

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

bit. ” You just make the babies, I’ll

an arm around my shoulder as we head for the car. ” Nah, I’m going to be a very involved dad. You’ll see. You’ll barely have to lift a

car door for

tiny luggage into the trunk before

his seat. “Ella, loaded

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