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.

passes another name down the bond, and

Because I love it.

And we wait…

then both Roger and I gasp at the

Happy!

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

at me, thrilled. Laughing, elated, I take his face in

we just named

until the sun came up, and then we gathered up all of our sandy clothes and the

early 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 bed, deciding

had to, 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,

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

after the second day, we knew we had to get back –

pulling me close outside the little bungalow

me, let it sweep through me. “Maybe not next week. But

place. Maybe the owner will let us buy it,” Roger murmurs,

on my stomach. “But, considering that this little guy is coming along? We’re

eyebrows raising. “And considering what

break into a

he nods, eager. “And I’m

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

I’m going to be a very

door for me. “Or, we can

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

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

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