Novel & Cerita Captain America Middle Name

An incoming picture message from the unknown sender illuminated the screen. My shaking fingers tapped the notification. The image loaded slowly. It was a high-resolution scan of an old, yellowed hospital birth certificate from Westbridge Memorial. At the top of the document, the mother’s name was listed as ELENA HAYES. In the middle of the page, under the section for twin births, were two official hospital identification numbers. Beside the first number was a black-and-white footprint stamp labeled: BABY A — DAMON HAYES. Beside the second number, stamped in dark red ink, was a footprint labeled: BABY B — ADRIAN CARTER.

“After your father. If she was a girl, she’d have taken your mother’s name. I want our children to remind you of your parents since you can’t remember them. You can hug him all you want and pretend that you are hugging your father.” I wasn’t going to lie that his words did not make me cry. I cried even harder than I did when I was pushing out the bundle of joy. “Hunter. Let’s call him Hunter, Goodman can be his middle name.” I whispered. “Alpha Goodman is going to be the best man out there.” The only thing better than waking up on a yacht offshore a beautiful island was being woken up by you fated mate’s tongue burying itself deep inside your pussy. I should know.

If there is a second name for the child, it would be considered as the middle name. Just like Harlan, his full name is Harlan Amauricus Barnes. The second name Amauricus became his middle name. It was Cassandra who decided it this way back then because of the Winchester family’s behavior. It was not because she didn’t see them as family but they just acted horribly towards Winston back then. If they didn’t learn that the Barnes clan are actually influential in Maconia, they wouldn’t change their behavior so drastically. Even Cassandra herself dropped her maiden name and only carried the Barnes family name when she married Winston.

I yawned a little tiredly, snuggling into his chest. "Genevieve," I mumbled into his chest drowsily. "What?" "My middle name. It's Genevieve. It was my Grandma's middle name." "Oh, okay. Mine is Maximus, after my father." "Christopher Maximus Black," I said, testing how the words tasted on my tongue. "It's quite a mouthful," I finally commented after a while. "Which is why I like it better when you call me Chris," he mumbled back, kissing the crown of my head.