#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.

name down the bond,

Because I love it.

And we wait…

gasp at the same time as we

Happy!

I say, laughing and sitting up as Roger snatches me to him, pulling me fast into

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

we just named

I stayed on that beach almost until the 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

of food so we could eat something, and Roger

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 and warmed soup and crackers he made was delicious, and certainly

landlord brought us every day in baskets and otherwise laying in bed talking, making each other laugh, sending messages to the

sex, obviously a great deal of that as well. But honestly, 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 just…so natural, and so easy. Just Roger and I

we knew we had to get back –

me close outside the little bungalow after we’ve

laugh and let him kiss me, let it sweep through me. “Maybe not next week. But

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

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

raising. “And considering what the

break into a grin.

he nods, eager. “And I’m going to enjoy

and rolling my eyes, shoving him away a little bit. ” You just make the babies, I’ll grow

laughs, wrapping 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 have to

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

be 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 kids and

a deal,” he says, half serious and grinning at me as he

say, smiling down at him and stroking my belly fondly. “We’re lucky. We’ve got

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