Page 2 of Paradox
“Oh, Gage….”
“He probably put up a hell of a fight, though. I can’t imagine I’m what he envisioned for you.”
“Yeah.” I smile. “Probably.”
“Thank God Mom’s a persuasive woman.”
“Yeah. Thank God.” I press a gentle kiss to his lips. “I love you, Gage.”
“I know.” He smirks.
“Whatever.”
I return my head to his chest, baby names swirling around my brain. I’m only six weeks in, but the way Gage acts, you’d think I’m about to give birth at any moment.
“What about Gavin?” I ask. “That’s both our names together.”
“No. My son should have a name that strikes fear into the hearts of men at the mere sound of it.”
“What?” I burst out laughing.
“You heard me. Who the fuck would fear ‘Gavin’?”
“Zeus? Thor?” I roll over, unable to contain my laughter.
“Notthose… but something similar.” He grabs my waist, pulling me back to him. “Stop laughing!”
“Why? What you gonna do about it?”
“You know, the usual. Stick my dick down your throat.”
“Okay, okay. What about…” I rattle a few more names around in my mind. “Apollo?”
“Apollo. Hmm….” He stares up at the ceiling, contemplating it.
“Or Chaos… if we’re sticking to Greek mythology.”
“Chaos?” He raises a brow.
“Chaos is like… the first thing to exist, the great void that gave birth to the universe.”
“Chaos,” he sounds it out, nodding. “I like it. Great for a firstborn.”
“Chaos: Borne of Rage. That sounds badass.”
“Totally badass, babe.” His arm tightens around my waist.
“Chaos Emilio Gage Hunter.”
He looks down at me, a grin spreading across his lips.
“I love it.”
“Me, too. What about a girl name? Do we need a fear-inducing one for our daughter?” I lay my head on his chest again.
“Nah. Her father’s name will do that.”
“Fuck. Now I’m praying for a boy. Our poor daughter would be a virgin spinster.”
