“She is beautiful.”
“She is stunning,” he said, and pressed his lips to her forehead again. “And she smells so good.” The smile on his face was dopey and utterly happy. And he pressed his lips to my cheek again. “I love you both endlessly.”
“Same here,” I said, and brushed the soft hair on her head. “We need to pick a name.”
Despite Luc’s best efforts, none of the names he’d come up with, or we’d thought of, had really appealed to us.
“Ethanette.”
“No,” I said with a chuckle. “You’ve offered that already. And not Meritina or Merit-Lite.”
“I’m out of ideas. Nothing seems quite good enough for her. Quite . . . wonderful enough.”
She burped.
“Well, she’s undoubtedly your child.”
I rubbed her tiny belly. “Yes, she is.” Then I looked up at him, the gorgeous man who’d given me love and laughter and a home and now my third kind of family. And I thought about the family he’d lost hundreds of years ago when he’d first been changed.
“Elisa,” I said. “Let’s name her Elisa. After your sister.”
His eyes warmed. “Building connections with our new family.”
“It seems appropriate,” I said, and closed my eyes. “And I think I need to sleep now.”
“Do that,” he said, and took the child in his arms. While my eyes closed, he rocked his daughter to sleep.