Page 95 of Accidentally a Dragon Daddy

“I know, I know,” she said. “And I’m okay with that. I really am. But we’re not having a good time agreeing on names. If we only had to disagree about names for one, however, then it would be so much easier. Don’t you think? Exactly, see.”

“Stop that,” I rumbled, shaking my head. “You’re doing it again.”

“Oh,” she said. “Sorry. It’s still taking some getting used to. I know what you’re going to say and how you feel.”

“I think you’ve gotten too used to it,” I teased playfully. “Far too easily, some might say.”

“Not those who know what’s good for them. Not if they want the night to go the way they were thinking of a few minutes ago.”

I recalled my thoughts about mounting her on the mountainside.

“You make a good point,” I admitted. “I don’t know who those people are. I just hear the rumors, you know. Nothing more.”

“Of course,” she said with a laugh, patting my leg. “What names would you like?”

“How do you feel about Kaylin for a girl?” I suggested. “It was my mother’s name.”

“Kaylin.”

I could sense her mulling it over. To my surprise, she didn’t hate it.

“Solid potential,” she said. “I’ll put it in the pile with the others.”

“We might have to wait until the baby makes their arrival to determine just who they are,” I pointed out.

“Yeah,” she said. “But I want some solid potentials picked out, too. So we can decide which of those is best suited instead of choosing at random.”

“Okay,” I said. “What about Vikers for a boy?”

“Too dragony,” she said instantly.

“He is going to be a dragon,” I reminded her gently. “If we want him to fit in here among his peers, we can’t name him anything too human or it will make him stand out.”

“Your name is Damon,” she pointed out.

“It was our name first,” I replied. “You humans stole it. That’s not my fault.”

The eyeroll came through our bond loud and clear.

“Ergoth?” I suggested. “Okay, nope. Never mind. Too dragony.”

“What about Damien?” she asked. “After you. Is that dragony enough?”

I swallowed a lump. Damn this bond.

“Is that really that big a deal to you?” she asked, turning around in my lap, my emotions giving me away in her mind.

“My son, named after me?” I asked. “Of course, that’s a big deal. If we named our daughter Alena after you, wouldn’t that—exactly, see?”

She pouted. “I like Alena.”

“And I like Damien,” I rumbled, holding her tight.

“Then we’ll put those at the top of the pile,” she said, snuggling in tighter.

I held her, enjoying the press of her body against mine. The softness of her skin under my fingertips. The beating of her heart nearly in time with mine.

“Stop that,” she murmured, shifting her body against me.

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