“Maybe, but that’s okay with me. You?”
“Yeah, it’s got a nice ring to it. Beck McCarthy.”
“So our holiday card will say with love from Adam, Abby, Liam, Murphy, Rory, Kane and Beckett McCarthy. How does that sound?”
“Unless…”
“What?” Abby asked with exasperation.
“Do we want each set of identical twins to have the same initial name?”
“Adam! We had it decided, and you’re throwing that into the mix now?”
“I’m just asking.”
“No, I’m putting my foot down as best I can while on bed rest. Those are the names we’re going with. Murphy, Rory, Kane and Beckett. They don’t need matching names. They’re already going to have matching faces.”
“That’s true. Good thing you’re here to talk some sense into me.”
“How many times in our lifetime together will you have reason to say that?”
“Probably hundreds.”
“Thousands.”
“Easy, babe. It’s not like I’m Mac or something.”
“That’s true.” His eldest brother was famous for regularly getting himself into trouble with his wife, Maddie. “And thank goodness for that.”
“He texted me earlier to ask how we’re doing. The kids are excited to meet their baby cousins.”
“Aren’t we all? Nice of him to check on us. How are they doing?”
“All the kids have had colds that have made everyone miserable, especially their parents.”
“Five kids with colds. I can’t imagine that.”
“I hate to point out that we’re about to have five kids.”
“Trust me, I know.”
“So it could happen.”
“Be quiet, Adam.”
“Yes, dear.”
Abby shifted in the bed to find a more comfortable position, which was becoming harder all the time. Every position was uncomfortable lately, and the grinding pain in her back that’d started yesterday was beginning to become unbearable.
“What’s the matter?”
“My back is killing me.”
“Let me take Liam.”
“I don’t want to let him go. I miss him so much.”
“I know, hon, but you don’t want to get your back acting up worse than it already is.”
