Zach tilts his head slightly.
“Isla Mae sounds nice,” he says. “Flows well.”
I nod slowly.
“It does.”
There’s a quiet pause before I glance back at Jackson.
“And if you’re wrong?” I ask. “And it’s a boy?”
He exhales like he’s being personally inconvenienced.
“It’s not a boy.”
“Jackson.”
“Fine,” he mutters. “If it is a boy…”
He thinks for a second.
“Ethan.”
Zach huffs quietly.
“You picked that too quickly.”
“It’s a good name,” Jackson says. “Solid. Not try-hard. Just… good.”
I shift slightly, considering it.
“Ethan’s nice,” I admit.
Zach’s hand stills briefly in my hair.
“Daniel,” he says after a moment.
Jackson glances up.
“Daniel?”
Zach nods.
“Strong. Grounded. It grows with him.”
That is very Zach. I smile faintly.
“Daniel’s really nice.”
There’s a quiet beat before my gaze drifts toward Elijah.
“What about you?” I ask softly.
He’s still for a moment.
Then... “I don’t care what we call the baby,” he says.
There’s no hesitation. No performance. Just truth.