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.

another name down

Because I love it.

And we wait…

then both Roger and I gasp at the same time as we feel the

Happy!

as Roger

just -” he stares at me, thrilled. Laughing, elated, I take his face in my

think we just

then we gathered up all of our sandy clothes and the blanket and trooped back to the house,

so we could eat something, and Roger went to get it

I 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

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

part of the day as we napped, and went swim and laid out in the

wonderful. But after the second day, we knew we had to get back – because as much as

murmurs, pulling me close outside the little bungalow

let him kiss me, let it

me another little peck, before looking around. “I really like this place. Maybe the owner will let us buy it,”

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

“And considering what the

into a grin.

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

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

car. ” Nah, I’m going to be a very involved dad. You’ll see. You’ll barely have

on my toes to kiss his cheek as he opens my car door for me. “Or, we can just pass

tiny luggage into the trunk before crossing to the driver’s

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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