We've tossed around a few but never settled on anything. I look at her now, and then glance up at my husband. "Tara? She can take half your name, since she took your face."
A delighted grin spreads across my mate's mouth, and he holds the baby tighter. "Tara," he repeats. "I love it." He strokes her tufts of black hair with an awestruck expression on his face. "To think that I never had anything in my life, and now I have everything a male could ever want." He takes my hand in his. "Thank you, my Lucy."
Damn it. The man's going to make me cry again. "All right, but the next one looks like me," I declare, as if I have any say over the genetics.
And Rektar leans in and kisses me again. He's giving me so many kisses tonight, this man. "It is a promise."