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 the bond, and I

Because I love it.

And we wait…

both Roger and I gasp at the same time as we

Happy!

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

I take his face in

think we just named

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

afternoon to the owner of the bungalow tapping 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

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.

laugh, sending messages to the baby

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 together,

we knew we had to get back – because as much as

outside the little bungalow after

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

around. “I really like this place. Maybe the

on my stomach. “But, considering that this little guy

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

a grin.

I’m going to enjoy the process very much, Cora

shoving him away a little bit. ” You just make the babies, I’ll

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

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

tiny luggage into

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

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