QUOTE : C’mere. I want to hold you.” He led her over to the padded window seat, where he sat with his back against the wall and one leg spread along the length of the seat. He pulled her down between his legs, wrapped his arms around her and their children, and stared out at the view of Hummingbird Lake and Sinner’s Prayer Pass beyond. So beautiful. So joyous. He cleared his throat against a lump of emotion, then patted her tummy. “How about Beryl and Beulah? Beryl and Beulah Callahan. What do you … whoa! Did you feel that kick?” “A reaction to the name, I’m sure,” she dryly replied. “So, what do you think?” He nuzzled her neck. “I think you’re a bit rusty at picking names. We’ll work on it.