Page 122 of Power Move
“Eva, we need to buy you some clothes aswellas baby things,” I said.
She glared, knowing I was right.
“This weekend, we can go,” I said.
“I’m fine.”
“Eva, you cannot live in my t-shirts and yoga pants rolled down. Cute as you are—and you areverycute—it would flagrantly thwart dress code.”
“I don’t get a pass?” Eva sighed.
“Nope. You get lots of passes, but this one… even your cute little ass isn’t getting away with it.”
“Fine this weekend. But not right now. Right now, I want to nap for three straight hours.”
“I won’t stop you. I am glad you took a day off, my love.”
“What do you have today?” Eva asked.
“Uh, I have a meeting with GC and then I’m going out to lunch with Carlos and Joe,” I said.
“You didn’t bro out enough this weekend?” Eva giggled.
“Nope.”
The car lurched to a stop and the photos flew from Eva’s hands.
“Sorry,” the driver called. “Standstill.”
“It’s okay.” I picked them up.
“Oh my God! She had it?”
“Who had what?” I asked, finding Eva engrossed in her phone.
“Daphne had the baby,” Eva said. “A good labor Cal says. Seven pounds, two ounces. Look at this face.”
I stared at the face of my new niece and held up the ultrasound photos. There was a stark resemblance.
“She’s one of us,” I chuckled. “Sweet. Does she have a name?”
“Cordelia Alma Delphine-Markham. I love that they’re hyphenating it. Then she has both sides.”
I tried not to roll my eyes. “People won’t even bother to remember the Delphine part. Mum is Carlisle-Delphine. She’s still just Lady Danna Delphine.”
“Well, that’s a shame. I didn’t know that.”
“I mean, our kids will be Delphines.”
“Says who?” Eva chuckled. “Davey, they will come out ofmybody. We aren’t married.”
My jaw dropped.
“Oh, I am sorry straight man, but you aren’t guaranteed naming rights. You cannot even buy them. The twins aren’t a stadium. They are people.”
“Eva, you must be joking. They areDelphines. They will be known that way.”
“Theywillbe?” Eva set her jaw and ripped her phone away. “David, you don’townthem.”
