#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.

Roger passes another name down

Because I love it.

And we wait…

at the same time as we

Happy!

as Roger snatches me to

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

just named the

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

bringing us a basket of food so we could eat something, and Roger went to get it while I curled further up in bed,

had to, eventually, because 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

days like 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

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

we knew we had to get back – because as much as we like

me close outside the little

me, let it sweep through

peck, before looking around. “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

raising. “And considering what the goddess said

break into a grin.

he nods, eager. “And I’m going to

” You just make the babies,

head for the car. ” Nah, I’m

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

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

“Ella, loaded up with four of her own kids and as many nieces and nephews as we can pass over to her to raise?

half serious and grinning at me as he buckles his belt and

stroking

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