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“We need names for them,” Kaden says, giving me a warm but tired glance, filled with love and devotion before looking back at our boys.

We still haven’t settled on names. We couldn’t seem to agree on any, which caused a few little tiffs during the later months of my pregnancy, but they ended with us making up. In bed. For hours.

“I was thinking we should give them different names so they have their own identity.”

“Well, I wasn’t thinking we’d call them both Jack,” he deadpans.

“Funny.” I roll my eyes. “I meant, nothing like Ryan and Bryan, or Clark and Mark, or Eric and Derek.”

“I got you.” He chuckles softly.

“Do you have any names that matter to you? That you’d like to call the boys?”

“Yeah. One. But I don’t think it’ll work.”

“What is it?”

“Artemis.”

“Smooth.” I roll my eyes again, but a smile creeps up the corners of my mouth, warmth filling my tired body.

“Do you want to stay with the Greek gods’ names theme that you Kincaids have?”

I ponder it for a second. It was what my mom and dad began, and carrying on that tradition would be good.

“Hmm…yeah, I think I might like that. What do you think of calling one baby a Greek name and giving one a name important to you?”

“I don’t have any names that matter to me.”

I raise a challenging brow at him. “You called your cat Balboa after the Rocky films, so clearly, you do have one name that matters to you.”

“I’m not naming one of my sons after a movie character.”

“Why not? So long as it’s a name you like, go for it.”

We’re silent for a moment as we both think. I pick up my phone and googleGreek gods’ namesand spot one immediately.

Kaden clears his throat a minute later. “How about…Henry?”

“After your trainer?”

He nods.

“I love it.” I smile.

“What about you? Found a name yet?” He tips his chin in the direction of my cell.

“Actually, I have. What do you think of Dionysus? We could call him Dion for short.”

It’s Kaden’s turn to smile. “I think it’s perfect.” He gets up from the chair, our boys still safe in his arms, and sits down on the bed beside me.

I lift one of our boys from Kaden’s arms and hold him so he’s facing me, and Kaden does the same.

“So, who is who?” Kaden bumps his shoulder against mine.

I stare at our boys for a long moment. I see Kaden in my sweet boy in my arms. It’s in the shape of his mouth and the lighter shade of his soft hair, and when I look at my son in Kaden’s arms, I see a lot of my brothers in him.

“You’re holding Dionysus, and I’ve got Henry.”

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