“Do you have names picked out?” Paige asked.

I looked up. “Um, pretty much.”

We’d decided if we had a girl, we’d name her after my mother. And yet, looking down at the baby in my arms, “Natalya” just didn’t seem to fit.

“Paige?” I said. “What’s your middle name?”

“My-? Um, Katherine…with a K.”

I glanced up at Clay. He nodded.

But there was still one more question. We hadn’t settled on a surname, not because we’d been arguing over it, but because neither of us really cared whose name the babies bore. As Clay said, Danvers wasn’t even his name, so if I wanted Michaels, he didn’t mind. And yet…

I looked over at Jeremy. Danvers might not be our name, but it was the name of this house and this family. Clay slid onto the bed beside me. I smiled up at him.

“Logan Nicholas Danvers and Katherine Natalya Danvers.”