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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 bond, and I smile,

Because I love it.

And we wait…

Roger and I gasp at the same time as we

Happy!

say, laughing and sitting up as Roger

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

think we just named the

clothes and the blanket and

food so we could eat something, and Roger went to get it while I curled further up in bed, deciding that

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

talking, making each other laugh, sending messages to the baby when he was awake

it blurred in with everything else we did, a usual part of the day as we napped, and went swim and laid out in the sun. The entire time it

we had to get back – because as

close outside the

me, let it sweep through me. “Maybe

looking around. “I really like this place. Maybe the owner will let us buy it,” Roger murmurs, looking

stomach. “But,

says, his eyebrows raising. “And considering what the

break into a

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

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

Nah, I’m going

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

luggage into the trunk before crossing to the

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

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