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.

then Roger passes 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!

my god,” I say, laughing and sitting up as Roger

stares at me, thrilled. Laughing, elated, I take his face in my hands and kiss him, and kiss him, and kiss

think we just

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

up in 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

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

surviving on whatever the landlord brought us 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

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 was

to get back – because as much as we like each

this again, yes?” Roger murmurs, pulling me close outside the little bungalow after we’ve

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

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

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

eyebrows raising. “And considering what

into a grin. “You’re thinking

a bunch 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,

car. ” Nah, I’m going to be a very involved

door for me. “Or, we can just pass them all off on Ella,” I say, giving

into that?” Roger asks, loading our tiny luggage

sitting down in the car, closing my door behind me as Roger climbs into his seat. “Ella, loaded up with four of her own

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