#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.

passes another name down the bond,

Because I love it.

And we wait…

I gasp at the same

Happy!

up as Roger snatches me

I take his face in my hands and

just named the

we gathered up all of our sandy clothes and the blanket and trooped back to the house, where we closed the doors and

owner of the bungalow tapping on the door, bringing us a basket of food so we could eat something, and

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 and warmed soup and crackers he made

us every day in baskets and otherwise laying in bed talking, making each other laugh, sending messages to the baby when he was

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

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

outside the little bungalow after we’ve packed and locked up.

me, let it sweep through me. “Maybe

peck, before looking around. “I really like this place. Maybe the owner will let

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

“And considering what the

into a grin. “You’re thinking

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

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

arm around my shoulder as we head for the car. ” Nah, I’m

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

luggage into the trunk before crossing to the driver’s

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 own kids and as many nieces and nephews as we can pass over to her

grinning at me as he buckles his belt

at him and stroking my

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