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,

Because I love it.

And we wait…

and I gasp at the same time

Happy!

and sitting up as Roger snatches me to him,

he stares at me, thrilled. Laughing, elated, I take his face in my hands

we just

sandy clothes and the blanket and trooped back to the house, where we closed the

basket of food so we could eat something,

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

laugh, sending messages to the baby when he was awake to see

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 together,

knew we had to get back – because as

Roger murmurs, pulling me close outside the

it sweep through me.

around. “I really like this place. Maybe the owner will let us

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

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

into a grin. “You’re thinking

he nods, eager. “And I’m

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

wrapping an arm around my shoulder as we head for the car. ” Nah, I’m

door for

loading our tiny luggage into the trunk before crossing to

would be her dream,” I say, rolling my eyes and sitting down in 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 as we

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