Page 97 of Savage Little Queen

“Partyat the dip after graduation. You coming?” Aubrey asked, sitting beside me in the courtyard.

I wrinkled my nose and took a sip of my apple juice. “I don’t think so. We’re leaving right after.”

She sighed. “Bummer. This year went way too fast. We didn’t get to hang out nearly enough. Plus, with all the shit that happened.” Her voice trailed off.

“I know,” I mumbled. “Wasn’t exactly my dream senior year either.”

“Well, silver lining, OK? At least you’re not marrying Hail.”

“Good point,” I said, watching Fallon stroll back to us. He’d gone to the cafeteria to get me watermelon slices. I was craving them something awful.

“Your food, my queen,” Fallon said, kneeling in front of me and handing me my container of melon.

“Cookie?” I asked hopefully.

He chuckled and unearthed a chocolate chip cookie from a paper bag he had with him.

I snagged it from him, took a big bite, and rubbed my belly. Cookies and melon were life.

He leaned in and pressed a sweet kiss to my lips before he pulled away to sit beside me, his hand on my back, rubbing me gently.

“You guys are so cute together,” Aubrey said, smiling. “I can’t believe you’re having a baby.”

“Well, Dom had a hand in it too.” Fallon grinned.

“You can tell too because he’s always fighting with Fallon’s,” I mumbled between bites of cookie.

“So, what are you naming the babies?” Aubrey looked at me eagerly.

“Dominic wants Sante for our baby,” I said, polishing off the cookie. Fallon was quick to hand me my juice so I could sip it.

“Ooh, that’s a cool name. Does it mean anything?”

“Saint,” I said. “Should mean devil peanut, though, because he’s really kicking the crap out of me.”

Aubrey doted on me for a moment before looking to Fallon. “What are you naming your baby?”

Fallon fidgeted in his seat. I looked to him. We hadn’t talked a lot about it and definitely hadn’t settled on anything. If he were anything like Dominic, he’d want something Russian to match his background.

“Uh,” Fallon started, but Emy approached, talking a mile a minute to Aubrey about some issue that was happening with a speaker for the graduation ceremony. Aubrey and Emy bid us goodbye to go deal with it before Fallon could answer the question.

“What name do you want?” I asked him after a moment of silence. I nibbled on a watermelon chunk and stared at him.

“Well.” He scrubbed his hand down his face. “What name do you want?”

I shrugged and munch on another watermelon chunk. “I don’t know. I haven’t picked out anything that screams that my baby has to have that name or else, you know?”

He nodded and licked his lips.

“But you have.” I gave him a smile. “What’s the name?”

“Don’t laugh, OK?”

“Of course not.”

He breathed out and stared across the courtyard for a moment before speaking. “I’d like to name the baby Kingston. Call him King in honor of who we are.”

I blinked at him, a smile slowly crawling across my lips.

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