“Maybe Julius for July if it’s a boy,” he muses. “August also works. Oh, or Augustus! Did you know that’s where those two months’ names come from? Julius Caesar and Caesar Augustus?”
There he goes, my history buff baby bro. “I’ll keep that in mind for the next Roman emperor I birth.”
He gives a pensive hum. “Maybe Matvey will want to pick a Russian one. He… April, are you okay?”
I force myself to unfreeze. Charlie’s words caught me like an ice bucket—I didn’t see them coming at all. “Of course,” I lie. “It’s just… maybe it’s too soon to think of other kids. I’m not sure Matvey will even want them.”
It’s the same train of thought Dr. Allan’s visit brought on: other kids. A big family. Matvey doesn’t want me anymore; he’s made that abundantly clear. But he also said…
You can’t have some
