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“I am not going through the baby name debate tonight.”
“I think we should,” I purred. “After all, we’re both in a good, relaxed mood.”
“You’ll never be relaxed to a good Irish name.”
“My son is not going to be named Ewen. Just no.”
“Well, you already shot down Rupert.”
“Double no.”
“Then what can I name him? What will be UK enough but still pass muster?”
“I know,” I said. “What about George?”
“Like the first president you yanks had, gonna forget the other ones?”
I shook my head. “No, I mean like George as in Lord Byron’s real name. I mean, that’s your favorite poet, right?”
“It was hers.”
“Then let me give that to you so George can have a part of Priscilla too, a bit more of that side of his family in him.”
“I don’t know if I’m convinced that’s not a tosser’s name,” Callum said, stroking his chin with his free hand.
“Well, then there’s also St. George the Dragon Slayer.”
Callum grinned that devilish grin I loved so much on him. “Well, if our boy is a dragon slayer, then I think that’s alright. He’ll be sufficiently manly.”
I laughed and turned around in his arms. Then, reaching down, I ran my hands over his hardness, that delicious cock that was only for me. “I don’t think anyone will ever confuse any son of yours for someone who isn’t manly enough.”
He kissed me, and his tongue caressed my own. God, I loved how he managed to smell of cinnamon but taste of chocolate and brandy from tonight’s dinner and dessert. Oh, who was I kidding. I loved everything about Callum O’Brien, and I always would.
It was the same with being Mrs. O’Brien.
I couldn’t imagine my life any other way, and I didn’t want to.
“You’re quiet again,” he murmured.
“I was just thinking about what I said.”
“About? Don’t toss out another name. We’ve been debating for months, and George is actually one I like.”
“Oh, nothing like that.”
“Then?” he asked, stroking my cheek.
“I was thinking about if I hadn’t fallen through that door and made an idiot of myself with the Alka-Seltzer and the carpet.”
“I’d have found you some other way, luv.” He kissed me.
“How can you be so sure?”
“It was destiny.”
Destiny. I liked the sound of that.
THE END
