*Seth*
“How about Pete?” Molly asks me.
“No,” I tell her with a disgusted look. “Too much like Peter.”
“James?”
“It feels so formal.”
Thinking up a name for the new little guy has been a nice distraction for Molly, so I’ll say no to every single name she could ever think of if it helps keep her calm.
“Ryan?”
“No. I knew a guy named Ryan. Hated that fucker.”
“Seth, the kids,” she admonishes me, and I can’t help but smile at her. She seems so much like herself right now.
“I love you,” I tell her, kissing her cheek.
“I love you,” she says, putting her hands on her hips. “You make suggestions.”
“Archibald?” I ask.
She rolls her eyes. “James was stuffy but Archibald is OK?”
I smirk at her. “Bartholomew?”
“Be serious!”
“Lancelot,” I suggest. “It’s a name fit for a King.”
