Page 107 of Agony of Our Regret

“There are plenty of Castellos back in Italy. That line isn’t going anywhere either,” Luca confirmed.

“Then Bradley?” Vince asked me. “Or do we make up a new name to start our family?”

“We could combine our names.” Sky stared up at the ceiling while his mouth moved, “Br-, Ad-, Ca-, Bi-, Vay, Rod-?”

“Bradcabivayrod?” Noah repeated. “No.”

“We’re not going that route. We’ll end up with from Frankenstein-ed last name,” Luca interjected.

“What about Bates for your mom?” Gavin looked at me.

I shook my head. “No, that counts as a family name. I’d rather pick something entirely new.”

“I’m not mad about Bradley,” Sky offered.

“What about Bravo?” Vince tried. “It represents all of our last names.”

I cringed. “It sounds fake. Like a stage name.”

“But I like where you’re going.” Luca narrowed his eyes.

“We’re getting off track again,” Noah pointed out. “We’ll put Bradley for now. After we get married, we can decide on a last name.”

“After we get married?” I mimicked. “I don’t remember anyone asking or me agreeing.”

He smirked. “Don’t act like it isn’t happening.”

I broke, releasing a laugh. “Fine, but I expect a proper proposal.”

“Okay, fine. Back to the list?” Gavin pulled out his phone. “We left off with Aspen, Harlow, Emersyn, Willow, or Charlotte.”

“I don’t want a name she’ll spend the rest of her life explaining how to spell,” Sky said. “I’m against Emersyn.”

Noah’s shoulders dropped. That was his top choice.

“Should we rank them, and the highest is the winner?” Vince offered.

Sky peered down at our daughter. “This isn’t us picking what to have for dinner. It should be thought out.”

“Fine, what would be the nicknames, good and bad, for each?” Vince redirected.

“Ass for Aspen,” Luca stated.

“Then it’s out,” Sky grunted. “No one is calling her ass.”

I liked that one, but it was a fair point.

“Harlow?” Gavin offered. “Har–har?”

“Harry?” Luca offered with a thick British accent.

“Eww, I hate that now.” Vince, the biggest advocate for the name, shook his head. “Cross it off.”

“Okay, Willow?” Gavin started and immediately cringed. “Will. Willy.”

“I don’t hate that,” I offered.

“Willy?” Luca cocked a brow. “Like a dick?”

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