#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

Because I love it.

And we wait…

the same time as

Happy!

as Roger snatches me to him, pulling

elated, I take his face in my hands and kiss him,

think we just named the

up, and then we gathered up all of our sandy clothes

woke up in the early afternoon to the owner of the bungalow tapping on the door, bringing us a basket of food so we could

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 and warmed soup and crackers he made was

sending messages to the baby when he was awake to

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,

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

Roger murmurs, pulling me close outside the little bungalow after we’ve packed

let it sweep

“I really like this place.

sweet, baby,” I 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 goddess

into a grin. “You’re

“And I’m going to

bit. ” You just make

head for the car. ” Nah, I’m going to be a very involved dad. You’ll see. You’ll barely have

my car door for me. “Or, we can just pass them all

our tiny luggage into

would be her dream,” I say, rolling 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

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

stroking my belly fondly. “We’re lucky. We’ve

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