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.

another name down the bond,

Because I love it.

And we wait…

and I gasp at the same time as we

Happy!

I say, laughing and sitting up as Roger snatches

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

we just

sun came up, and then we gathered up all of our sandy clothes and the blanket and trooped back to the house, where we closed the doors and slept for

the bungalow tapping on the door, bringing us a basket of food so we could eat something, and Roger went to get it while I curled further up in bed, deciding that

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 of sandwiches

talking, making each other laugh, sending messages to the baby when he was awake to see what he’d do. And

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

we had to get back – because as much

murmurs, pulling me close outside the little bungalow after

let it sweep through me. “Maybe not next

place. Maybe

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

“And considering what the goddess said that night on

into a

eager. “And I’m going to enjoy the

bit. ” You just make the babies, I’ll

shoulder as we head for the car. ” Nah, I’m going to

door

Roger asks, loading our tiny luggage into the trunk before crossing

seat. “Ella, loaded up with four of her own kids and as many nieces and nephews as

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