Chapter 429


    o the baby and I grip his hand, and we both wait… But nothing.


    “The baby doesn’t like the name Matthew,” I whisper,ughing 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, ring at him.


    “You are biasing our son!” I use, sitting up to smack him. “I said nothing when you said stupid


    Matthew!” “Matty is a cute name “he protests,ughing and blocking my blow. “Oliver is the name of a


    sickly Victorian child who wants more gruel -” I growl andy back, taking a deep breath and gathering


    myself. “Well, let’s see what the baby thinks,” I murmur, sending Roger another re. And then I try


    again, whispering Oliver? down the bond. But nothinges back.


    “Good baby,” Roger murmurs, kissing my stomach again and making meugh.


    “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, rxing. “But this time, pick one you really, really like. One that you’d actually want him


    to be called – your favorite.” “Okay,” he murmurs.


    And then Roger passes another name down the bond, and I smile, because… Because I love it.


    And we wait… And then both Roger and I gasp at the same time as we feel the baby respond.


    Happy!


    “Oh my god,” I say,ughing and sitting up as Roger snatches me to him, pulling me fast into hisp.


    “Did we did we just -” he stares at me, thrilled. Laughing, ted, I take his face in my hands and kiss


    him, and kiss him, and kiss him.


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    Because…I think we just named the baby.


    Roger and I stayed on that beach almost until the sun came up, and then we gathered up all of our


    sandy clothes and the nket and trooped back to the house, where we closed the doors and slept for


    hours and ignored the whole world.


    We 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 eat something, and Roger went to get it while I curled further up in bed,


    deciding that I was never, ever getting up.


    Of course, I had to, eventually, because Roger wouldn’t let me eat all my meals in bed, instead insisting


    that Ie and sit with him on the couch for the borate dinner he made. Well, borate for Roger,


    who never learned to cook. But the spread of sandwiches and warmed soup and crackers he made


    was delicious, and certainly hit the spot.


    We spent two more days like that, surviving on whatever thendlord brought us every day in baskets


    and otherwiseying in bed talking, making each otherugh, sending messages to the baby when he


    was awake to see what he’d do.


    And honestly, the baby never did much, but it made usugh to do it.


    And 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 andid out in the sun. The entire time it was just…


    so natural, and so easy. Just Roger and I simply together, away from the world.


    And it was wonderful. But after the second day, we knew we had to get back – because as much as we


    like each other, we like our lives too.


    “We’ll do this again, yes?” Roger murmurs, pulling me close outside the little bungalow after we’ve


    packed and locked up. “Next week?” Iugh and let him kiss me, let it sweep through me. “Maybe not


    next week. But soon.” He nods, giving me another little peck, before looking around. “I really like this


    ce. Maybe the owner will let us buy it,” Roger murmurs, looking fondly at the bungalow.


    “That’s 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 want more space.” “True” Roger says, his eyebrows raising. “And


    considering what the goddess said that night on the boat?…” I break into a grin. “You’re thinking


    more?” “I’m thinking a bunch more,” he nods, eager. “And I’m going to enjoy the process very much,


    Cora – ” “Oh, sure,” I say,ughing and rolling my eyes, shoving him away a little bit. ” You just make


    the babies, I’ll grow them, and carry them, and then raise them Heughs, 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 lift a finger.” “Good,” 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 on E,” I say, giving a shrug.


    “She’d be into that?” Roger asks, loading our tiny luggage into the trunk before crossing to the driver’s


    side.


    “It 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. “E, loaded up with four of her own kids and as many nieces and


    nephews as we can pass over to her to raise? She’d be in heaven.” “Sounds like a deal,” he says, half


    serious and grinning at me as he buckles his belt and starts the car.


    “I know,” I say, smiling down at him and stroking my belly fondly. “We’re lucky.


    We’ve got a good family.” “Good family,” he agrees, “and only getting bigger and better.” And then


    Roger kisses me on the cheek before we pull away from our cozy little dream bungalow and head


    home. As we pull closer to the city, though, I grimace a little, ncing between Roger and my phone.


    “What is it?” he asks, noticing even my subtle movements.


    “Um!” I reply, grimacing a little. ” Have you…checked your phone at all? In the past two days?” “No,” he


    says, frowning at me. “I knew that Dominic was just going to swamp me with a bunch of stuff I don’t


    want to think about, and that E would text you if anything bad happened. Why?” Iugh a little,


    raising my eyebrows at him. “Well, apparently he’s pissed,” I say, grinning.


    “Oh god,” Roger sighs, digging his phone out of the center console of the car where he apparently left it


    for the entire time we were gone. He hands it to me so I can assess while he drives, but when I tap the


    screen and press the buttons, nothing happens.


    “You let it die!?” I ask, appalled.


    “Well, it’s not like we can’t resuscitate it,” he murmurs, gesturing towards the chord coiled neatly in the


    little well beneath the dashboard. Laughing, I grab the chord and plug it in, waiting until the phone


    comes on. When it does, my eyes go wide.


    “Ohhhh boy,” I say, flicking through the messages.


    “That bad?” he asks, grimacing.


    “Well, I think you should reroute the GPS,” I murmur, flicking through the dozens of messages. “Nothing


    like truly horrible happened or anything but …yeah. He wants to see you. Now.” “Well,” Roger sighs,


    ncing at me and switchingnes so that we can head to the pce instead of the house. “It was nice


    being mated to you, Cora.” “Three days of bliss,” I say, pressing my lips together and pretending to be


    sad as I pat his knee.


    “Remember me to the child,” he murmurs, taking the exit. “Tell him I was a good man.” “Don’t make me


    lie to the baby, Roger,” I sigh, tucking his phone away and picking up mine so that I can text E and


    tell her we’re on our way. “I’ll tell him you were adequate, at best.” Roger justughs, as I knew he


    would, and takes my hand, giving it a little squeeze.