Oh God.
He was talking children!
I melted under him.
“You want kids?” I whispered.
“Yes.”
“How many?” I asked.
“However many you wish to carry for me.”
Oh God!
I stared up at the shadowed planes and angles of his face in the moonlight.
He was no less gorgeous in shadow.
And I loved this.
However.
“Sophronia?”
“It means sensible. We can call her Phronsie.”
Uh.
No.
“Yes on Noble and Archer,” I decreed, because those were shit-hot boy names. “Endeavor is a maybe. It’s rad, but not sure how to make it a nickname. No on Journey, or I’ll never get ‘Don’t Stop Believin‘’ out of my head.”
He chuckled.
It sounded and felt nice.
Then he took us to our sides but kept me gathered close.
“Grace?” I suggested.
“Pretty, but unimaginative. Sorry, sweetheart. You know the rules.”
I did, and I’d always thought the Talyn penchant for naming their offspring unusual names was just…unusual.
But now I was seeing it was all kinds of fun.
“How about Verity?” I suggested.
“A contender, but I think I have a great-great-great aunt with that name.”
“Gilda?”
“Hmm,” he hummed.
Another contender.
“Genesis is interesting,” he said. “We can call her Genny.”
