Page 126 of Taming the Highland Misfits
“Should we not find out if it’s a boy or a girl first?” Alex suggested.
“It is best to be prepared,” Freya said firmly.
Alex smiled inwardly. When Freya made up her mind there was no changing it.
“If it is a girl I would like to call her Andrina after my mother, if that suits you?” she asked.
“Indeed it does,” Alex replied. “It is a lovely name.”
“Although I am sure we will not have to use it.” Freya smiled. “Because judging by the amount of kicking and punching this little creature is doing, I am sure we are going to welcome a son!”
“I truly don’t care,” Alex said tenderly. “If we have ten daughters I will be just as happy. Happier, maybe, because I will be king!”
Freya looked at him adoringly. “You are already my king,” she whispered, before she pulled his head down for a tender kiss.
They never had to use the girl’s name, because two weeks later, Freya gave birth to a hefty baby boy, whom they called Douglas Lachlan MacNeill.
