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" Her face distressed, Astrid handed him off to Zarek. "Menoeceus wants his father."
Zarek glared at her. "Bob is crying because he wants his mother to stop calling him that crap-ass name." Zarek cuddled the small boy to him as he rocked him gently against his shoulder while he continued to wail. Loudly. "It's all right, Bob. Daddy's got you now. I'm saving you from Mommy's bad naming taste. I'd be crying, too, if my mom named me after an idiot."
"Menoeceus is a great name," Astrid said defensively.
Zarek snorted. "For an old man or a feminine hygiene product. Not for my son. And next time I get to name the kid and it won't be something that sounds like meningitis."
Astrid stood with her hands on her hips, toe to toe with her husband. "You keep that up and next time you'll be the one birthing it, and don't mess with me, bucko, I have connections in that department. A pregnant man is not an impossibility in my neighborhood."
She started away from him.
"Yeah, well, I'll be glad to birth it if it means I can name him something normal," Zarek called after her. "
― Sherrilyn Kenyon , Dream Warrior (Dark-Hunter, #16; Dream-Hunter, #4)