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.

down the bond, and I

Because I love it.

And we wait…

both Roger and I gasp at the same time as

Happy!

up as Roger snatches me to him,

we just -” he stares at me, thrilled. Laughing, elated, I take his

just named

clothes and the blanket

a basket of food so we could eat

for the elaborate dinner he made. Well, elaborate for Roger, who never learned to cook. But the spread of sandwiches and warmed soup and

that, 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 what he’d do. And honestly, the baby never did much, but it made

a usual part of the day as we napped, and went swim

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

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

me, let it sweep through me. “Maybe not next week.

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

but then I put a hand on my stomach. “But, considering that this little guy is coming along? We’re going to want more

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

a grin.

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

rolling my eyes, shoving him away a little bit. ” You just

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

his cheek as he opens my car door for me. “Or, we can just pass them all off on Ella,” I say, giving

that?” Roger asks, loading our tiny luggage into the trunk

his seat. “Ella,

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