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.

Roger passes another name down the

Because I love it.

And we wait…

and I gasp at the same time as we

Happy!

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

elated, I take his face in my hands and kiss him, and kiss him, and

just named the

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

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

on the couch for the elaborate dinner he made.

each other laugh, sending messages to

But honestly, it blurred in with everything else we did, a usual part of the day as we napped,

second day, we knew we had to get back – because as much as we like each other, we like

again, yes?” Roger murmurs, pulling me close outside the little bungalow after

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

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

then I put a hand on my stomach. “But, considering that this

“And considering what the goddess said that night

break into a

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

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

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

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

tiny luggage into

in the car, closing my door behind me as Roger climbs into his seat. “Ella,

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