Olivia
The following days after the clinic visit were a whirlwind of emotions and planning. The villa was filled with a kind of energy that was palpable, even with just the two of us there. We moved from one room to another, discussing baby names and making plans for the nursery.
“I’ve always liked the name ‘Aria’ for a girl,” I mused, looking through a baby names book.
“Hmm, Aria,” Nathan murmured, letting the name roll off his tongue. “It's musical, just like her mother.”
A soft blush spread across my cheeks. “Musical?” I asked. “I fail to see what’s so ‘musical’ about me.”
“Oh, come on, Olivia,” Nathan teased, poking me in the shoulder. “Have you really forgotten all about your love for 80s rock music when we were kids? And your penchant for dancing, even when there
