Grace watched it while she rested her head on Alastair’s shoulder. She folded her arms around his arm and held his hand.
“Alastair, have you thought about names?”
Alastair sighed with a smile.
“No, have you?”
Grace smiled, then looked at him.
“Well, Morag says that she feels like it’s a she-wolf.”
“Yes, Farlan told me the same.”
“What do you think?”
“I don’t know, Grace. Maybe their senses are better than ours.”
Grace moved her hand on her belly.
“Then what would you call her?”
“Have you got something in your mind?” Alastair answered with a question, as he suspected Grace thought about a name already.
“Just now.”
“What?”
Grace looked at the ground first, then back at Alastair.
“Her name could be Aurora. What do you think?”
Alastair had a look at the sky, then smiled.
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