Meanwhile, Lucian and I were still... stuck.
“Okay,” I said, exasperated but smiling, “we’re really doing this now?”
“We’ve had nine months, Mara,” he teased, bouncing our son gently in his arms. “How is it still this hard?”
“Because we both want names that feel right,” I said, sighing. “And so far, all we’ve got is your random list and my abandoned notes.”
“Well, we can’t keep calling them ‘boy’ and ‘girl’ forever,” he chuckled.
I looked down at our daughter in my arms. Her little face scrunched slightly as she yawned, tiny, perfect, fierce already.
“I think she’s a Kaela,” I said, feeling the name settle into me.
Lucian smiled, nodding. “Kaela... yeah. That’s strong. Beautiful, too.”
We both turned to look at the boy in his arms. Calm, watchful. Already carrying himself like he k
