Page 150 of Broken Souls
The fact that I can’t feel his utter refusal to call our child this even when he’s so clearly against it makes me feel all warm and fuzzy. Awww. He’s trying so hard to not hurt my feelings.
“Deer are only ever prey,” he says slowly. “She needs a stronger name.” His confidence comes back. “Like Rafiki.”
“Rafiki,” I say flatly.
“Yes,” he says triumpantly.
“I’m not naming our baby after a baboon.”
“But he knows the way.”
My lips twitch. “No.”
“Scar? That’s a cool name.”
“He was the villain.”
“You just raped someone to death with a knife.”
I open my mouth, then close it. He has a point. “Still no.”
“Baloo?”
“Varius…”
“It’s a good name.”
“It’s a terrible name. People will be asking her how to spell it forever because it just sounds like Blue.”
“We can tattoo it on her forehead,” he deadpans.
I roll my lips in, but I can’t stop the giggle. “No.”
“Hmm. Jiminy Cricket? He survived getting eaten by a whale.”
“No.”
“Thumper?”
“That’s a bunny! You’re going back to prey animals.”
“He’s a rabbit, and rabbits are not prey animals,” he says seriously. “I have seenMonty Python.”
“No.”
“You’re right. People might mistake what rabbit she was named after. We should just go for the full title of The Killer Rabbit of Caerbannog.”
I laugh, loud and free. A flood of happiness comes down our bond as he chuckles with me.
“I love you,” he murmurs as he bands his arms around my chest.
I shake my head to clear it of giggles. Turning to look at him, I smile. He leans towards me for a soft kiss.
“You damn neanderthal. I love you too.”
After our bath, he drys me with a towel, then leads me to the bed. He rubs lotion all over my skin as he gives me a full body massage. I lie on my front as he kneads the tightness out of my back, sighing contently into my pillow.
His hands work from my shoulders down to the top of my ass, then they go up again. Then down again, and with each cycle, they get a bit lower. My eyes peek open when he gropes my ass. His hard dick rubs between my cheeks.
