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“He’s right though; we need to decide on names,” I say.
“What are you thinking?” he asks.
“I’m thinking we have a lot of people we’d like to honor when we name them.”
He nods, looking solemn as he agrees with me. “I just don’t think I can handle calling our son Zeke every day. It will be too hard.”
“I agree. We need to honor them, not have their first name be the exact same name.” I stare down at the daughter in my arms. “I’d like to name our daughter after Beckett.”
“I’m not calling our daughter Beckett, or Beck,” Enzo says.
I smile. “No, but how about a play on his first name, Eli? We could call her Ellie.”
“Ellie, I like that,” Enzo says.
I look down at my daughter, the name already fits. “Ellie Liesel Black.”
Enzo nods. “It’s perfect.”
Baby Ellie. She has dark hair, cute chubby cheeks, and her father’s eyes. But she’s already a momma’s girl, preferring to lay on my chest and fuss anytime her father holds her.
“So what do we think for him?” I ask.
Enzo studies our son closely. “How about Finn?”
“Finn? I like it, but how does that honor anyone?”
He grins looking at our son who is already Finn. “You won’t believe this, but Finn is both Langston and Zeke’s middle name. When we were kids, I used to yell Finn whenever I wanted them both to come or fight for my attention. I just had to yell their middle names, and they would both come.”
I stroke our son’s cheek. “Finn, I love it.”
“Finn Beckett Black. Beckett represents both Eli and my mother.”
It feels right.
Enzo pauses. “What about your father, though? Your birth parents?”
“My birth parents were just a figment of my imagination. I know they existed. I know they loved me, but I never really knew them. Naming our child after one of them doesn’t really feel right. And my father, he wasn’t a proud guy. He wouldn’t have wanted a child named after him. He would have said it’s foolish to name a child after him. And plus, I’ll carry my father with me everywhere; I don’t need a name to remember him.”
“Ellie and Finn,” Enzo says, testing the names together.
Both babies look up at him with big eyes. They both seem happy with the names.
Finn coos softly, being the more vocal one of the pair. He has light blonde hair, closer to Beckett in color than Enzo’s dark. But his eyes match my blue-green.
Holding both babies, and seeing the connection Enzo has to them; I have no doubt they belong to us. Milo doesn’t even enter the picture.
“My perfect family,” Enzo says, kissing each of us. “All mine.”
His words mirror my thoughts.
Enzo grabs his phone and calls Beckett to come in here.
“You rang, oh, master?” Beckett enters and does a little bow like he’s our servant or something.
I laugh.
Enzo rolls his eyes.
