Cameron squeezed Rose’s hand as they walked along the estate. “I’m sorry. Just the look on my father’s face when we told him the whole story… It was absolutely priceless!” Rose leaned into him. His body twitched. A slight touch from her, and he was an adolescent schoolboy again. “Yes, I’m now worthy to father your children.” “You always were, Cam.” “What do you want to name our child?” he asked. “Are you fond of family names?” Rose shook her head and laughed. “I love my parents dearly, but I would never saddle a poor innocent child with the name Crispin or Flora.” Cameron joined in. “And I love my mother, but no, I’ll not name a sweet little girl Clementine. If it’s a boy, though, I’d like to name him after my father. Colton. Would you mind?” “Cam, that’s a wonderful idea. But I feel it only fair to tell you, the gypsy I met on Midsummer said we’re having a girl.”
