Page 46 of The Light to My Darkness (The Light to My Darkness 1)

I laughed. "We are not naming her after a Game of Thrones character. I've already vetoed that one."

"But you like Game of Thrones too. I don't understand what the big deal is."

"Everyone is going to be naming their little girls Arya. And it doesn't even sound good with Hunter."

"Arya Hunter," he said slowly. "It slides right off the tongue."

"Fine, it sounds okay. I just feel like I picture the character from the show when you say it. I don't want our daughter having an identity crisis."

"That character from the Big Bang Theory has the name Penny. Does seeing that show give you an identity crisis?" He let his hand drop from my stomach.

"No. But I look nothing like her."

James laughed. "So if our daughter comes out with red hair, which she probably will given our last one, we can name her Arya since she'll look different from the character?"

"That's not what I said."

"But we couldn't name her Sansa because they'd both have red hair and it would be super confusing for her growing up."

"I don't know. No one had my name growing up. The Big Bang Theory didn't come out until I was in high school."

"Well, plenty of kids had the name James and I turned out fine. By the way, Liam is on the top of the list for boy's names this year, so doesn't that kind of count that name out?"

"You've been looking at the list of most popular boy's names?"

"I mean...I may have glanced at it."

I smiled and grabbed his hand, pulling it back to my stomach. "I swear to you, this is a little boy."

His eyes twinkled as he spread his fingers out. "You said that last time."

"Everyone likes to rub that in my face. But now I have experience. And I'm telling you James, I feel it. He's stronger and more energetic and he's just...he's a he."

"I'm kind of used to coming home and asking how my girls are doing." He stared at my stomach. "What if it is a boy? What if I mess him up?"

His words hurt me because I knew what he was referring to. But how could he think that? He was so good with Scarlett. He'd be good with a son too. "You're not your parents, James."

He continued to stare at my stomach.

"And you're the best father I know. You know, my dad never played Pretty Pretty Prin

cess with me."

James laughed. "God, I really want it to be another girl." He leaned down and placed a kiss against my stomach. "But I guess the name Liam isn't so bad if it's not."

I touched the bottom of his chin so that he'd look up at me. "You're a great father. The sex of the baby doesn't matter. It's the love that you have that makes you so wonderful."

A pounding on the front door made me jump.

"Who could that be?" James said as he stood up. "If it's Rob dropping more children off, I'm not letting them in this time."

I laughed and followed James to the door. I did not expect to see Scarlett being held out to us when the door opened.

"I believe this little girl belongs to you." Porter, the head of our security detail, set Scarlett down in the foyer. He patted her head affectionately.

"Scarlett, how did you get out of the apartment?" James said sternly.

"The door." She pointed to the very obvious answer behind her.

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