Page 122 of Power Move

“Eva, we need to buy you some clothes aswellas baby things,” I said.

She glared, knowing I was right.

“This weekend, we can go,” I said.

“I’m fine.”

“Eva, you cannot live in my t-shirts and yoga pants rolled down. Cute as you are—and you areverycute—it would flagrantly thwart dress code.”

“I don’t get a pass?” Eva sighed.

“Nope. You get lots of passes, but this one… even your cute little ass isn’t getting away with it.”

“Fine this weekend. But not right now. Right now, I want to nap for three straight hours.”

“I won’t stop you. I am glad you took a day off, my love.”

“What do you have today?” Eva asked.

“Uh, I have a meeting with GC and then I’m going out to lunch with Carlos and Joe,” I said.

“You didn’t bro out enough this weekend?” Eva giggled.

“Nope.”

The car lurched to a stop and the photos flew from Eva’s hands.

“Sorry,” the driver called. “Standstill.”

“It’s okay.” I picked them up.

“Oh my God! She had it?”

“Who had what?” I asked, finding Eva engrossed in her phone.

“Daphne had the baby,” Eva said. “A good labor Cal says. Seven pounds, two ounces. Look at this face.”

I stared at the face of my new niece and held up the ultrasound photos. There was a stark resemblance.

“She’s one of us,” I chuckled. “Sweet. Does she have a name?”

“Cordelia Alma Delphine-Markham. I love that they’re hyphenating it. Then she has both sides.”

I tried not to roll my eyes. “People won’t even bother to remember the Delphine part. Mum is Carlisle-Delphine. She’s still just Lady Danna Delphine.”

“Well, that’s a shame. I didn’t know that.”

“I mean, our kids will be Delphines.”

“Says who?” Eva chuckled. “Davey, they will come out ofmybody. We aren’t married.”

My jaw dropped.

“Oh, I am sorry straight man, but you aren’t guaranteed naming rights. You cannot even buy them. The twins aren’t a stadium. They are people.”

“Eva, you must be joking. They areDelphines. They will be known that way.”

“Theywillbe?” Eva set her jaw and ripped her phone away. “David, you don’townthem.”