“Okay, message passed, but Briar already let them know. I texted Briar to let him know they are coming up today, and now he’s having a mini meltdown.”
I turned the phone his way so he could see the deluge of messages pouring into my phone.
Oh holy shit, are you guys okay?
Do you need me to forget the blankets and come right home?
Oh shit, I can’t forget the blankets; you need them for the nest!
I only found two at Barnwells. I’m heading to Chadwick’s department store.
Should I call my dad and send him over?
What about Mav’s dad? Do you need me to text him?
“Shit, I should text my dad, shouldn’t I?” Maverick said, returning mine and fumbling around for his.
I tapped out a rapid-fire message to Briar in response to all the messages he’d sent. At least my thumbs were still coordinated. I couldn’t say the same for the rest of me.
Okay, breathe. We’re fine, just getting antsy and worried about not having everything in place for when the babies come.
Ohh.
Yup, so relax and focus on the blankets. Maverick and I are going to narrow down the names to the top four we positively love, then send them to you to get your thoughts.
I’m good with any of the twelve names left on the list; I love them all, so whichever four you choose, I’m good with them.
Perfect. Then we’ll sort it out. Love you.
Love you. See you soon.
“He’s good with all twelve names, so I guess it’s up to us now.”
“I, um, think I want my dad in here with me,” Maverick said. “He was at my brother’s delivery and assisted too. He’s on his way.”
“Yeah, I was thinking the same about my dad,” I explained. “He’s assisted in dozens during his time with the fire department. He knows what to do.”
Grinning, I reached for the notebook we’d slid between two blankets. “At least that’s one less thing left to resolve. See, we’ll be ready on time. Briar will find the blankets, and we’ll figure out the names.”
“Arden,” he blurted. “I’ve been thinking about it ever since you mentioned it the other day. I think we need to move it up on the list.”
“One down, three to go?” I murmured.
“I think so,” he said before nodding, a smile brightening his face. “Yeah, Arden Imogen, it is.”
“I love the way that rolls off your tongue. Now we need another girl’s name. Are you still partial to Ember?”
“Only if we can pair it with Adelade the way you suggested.”
“In that case, that’s two down, two to go,” I said.
Apparently, it took being in panic mode for us to stop hemming and hawing over which names to go with.
“What if we took their grandfather’s names and mixed them up, like middle names for first names and first names for middle names, since they’re all on the list?” Maverick asked. “Will be less chance for confusion.”
“Ohh, I like that; it would give each of them their own unique names too.”
“Okay, so what about Skyler Damien and Ryder Jett?”
