After quickly eating half of it, she set it back on her plate and rubbed her foot against Deucalion's calf under the table. "So, speaking of our son, shouldn't we be talking names?"
He grinned around his bite of food. He did that every time she said "our son" or "your son". There was no way he could hide that he loved it. Under the table, he grabbed her ankle and put it in his lap, massaging her foot with one hand. Allison groaned when his thumb hit the magic spot of her instep.
"Not Alex or Mark, or anything like that."
Allison scrunched her face. "Nope. What about Cadmus?"
Deucalion frowned and shook his head. "Philip?"
"Ugh. Quit it! No. Stop it."
He rolled his eyes.
"Preferably something with a nickname unless it's uber short."
Getting serious, he looked down at Allison's huge
