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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.

passes another name down the bond, and

Because I love it.

And we wait…

the same time as

Happy!

up as Roger snatches me to him, pulling me fast into

elated, I take

think we just named the

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

him on the couch for the elaborate dinner he made. Well, elaborate for Roger, who never learned to cook. But the

landlord 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 much, but it made us laugh to

did, a usual part of the day as we napped, and went swim and laid

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

let him kiss me, let it sweep through me.

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

stomach. “But, considering that

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

break into a grin. “You’re thinking

“And I’m going to enjoy the process very much,

laughing and rolling my eyes, shoving him away a little bit. ” You just make the

we head for the car. ” Nah, I’m going to be

car door for me. “Or, we can just pass them all

be into that?” Roger asks, loading our tiny luggage into

door behind me as Roger climbs into his seat. “Ella, loaded up

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