Cottage Core Names Novels & Stories

“I like the first design for a girl but not as much pink as Kristen’s room was. More earthy greens and deep reds. For a boy, I was thinking just an outdoor theme. Animals and mountains with blues, grays and black.” “I’m good with that.” Colt nodded. “As far as names, I have no idea. I haven’t really thought about names but I do have a bunch of baby stuff picked out on my computer.” “I’ve always liked the names Duke, Anton or Hunter.” Colt said. “I really like all three. I guess Paige was a girl name I always liked. I guess I’ve been drawn to the name Dawn or Maya.” “All go with the name Jeffery really good.” Colt nodded. “I want them be strong and determined but free to follow their dreams.”

It’s a photo of long wooden tables under olive trees, strings of lights twinkling overhead, and simple white flowers in mismatched glass bottles. “That’s my favorite,” I say before I can stop myself. Mia grins. “Of course it is,” she says. “It’s ‘sad girl goes cottagecore.’” “It’s pretty,” I protest. “It is,” Luca agrees. “It’s also the one we can actually pull off without causing an aneurysm in your florist.” “The florist deserves it,” Mia mutters. “He called baby’s breath ‘whimsical.’” “You *are* whimsical,” I say. “You just hide it under eyeliner.”

I gave both Theo and Mason questioning looks but they too didn't seem to know what was going on. I stopped by her side, it was close enough to see the baby's face clearly and she looked so tiny. "i didn't realize newborns were this small," I blurted without thinking and she chuckled, rocking her arms from side to side as she looked down at her child. "She's a tiny thing, isn't she?" I whispered a response and she looked up, eyes shining with adoration. I cleared my throat, "So what have you decided to name her?" "Corey," She answered without hesitation, "After my late grandmother."

“Mother will you read us a story tonight?” “No. Today I'd like to spend time with my daughter, Jasmine.” I smiled back at her. “Very well then, we'll come back tomorrow.” “You're always welcome to White cottage.” The kids ran off, leaving me with my mother. “White cottage?” I asked. It sounded cheesy. “It's the name I gave my little abound. The name has been existing for years, everyone knows about it.” Except me. “Oh,” I said. “Let me prepare water for your bath.”

“What are you going to name her?” “Please, tell me your not going with Izzy? Cause that's a horrible name,” Cato chimes in. A few weeks ago Ginger and I were going through the baby book and just saying random names to seeing If they sounded good and Cato just so happened to walk in when I said the name Izzy. “Shut up, we were only testing names Cato,” Ginger assured him. He sighs with relief. “So what name did you like?” “Charlotte?” “Charlotte, Mortaga.” Cato repeats then he nods.

Overdo all of it, Adrian. She is going to grow up with an uncle who researches names for twenty minutes because he loves her, and that is a childhood I would have traded three jobs for." Ana Cole wanted a name from her family, the Coles before they were the buried world's fourth chair, back when they were just a family with a name. Martha wanted something plain and strong, a working name, a name that would not announce itself in a room, because my mother had spent her life teaching me the value of not being noticed and could not entirely stop.

We get finished at the doctor’s office and decide to get dessert to celebrate and Cora tells us that she’ll meet up with us later. We walk around the town and find this cute little cupcake shop and I ask, “So, what are we going to do for the middle name?” Donovan shrugs, “That depends, do we want to do another name to honor someone?” My face scrunches up as I think. The names of the others I’m close enough to want to name a kid after. Aubrey, Katy, Cora… Violet Aubrey, Violet Katy, or Violet Cora… none of those sound right.

“We need to start finalizing names. Two weeks is not a lot of time.” Ana hums softly. It’s the most relaxed sound I’ve heard from her in days. “Something strong,” Greta continues. “But not too… intimidating.” Ana shifts slightly. “No weird names.” Greta laughs. “Define weird.” “Anything that sounds like it belongs to a seventy-year-old Alpha with ten wives.” Despite myself, the corner of my mouth twitches. Greta flips a page. “Okay… what about Adrian?” Ana shakes her head. “Too common.”

“Don’t stare at me. I can’t think of a better name than Hope.” Colton crossed his arms. “My sister’s name is Daisie, named after the flower daisy. If I call my daughter Hope Goldmann, there will be one too many names in the family that are so commonly used in Zlokovia.” Maisie sneered. “Who told you she’ll be called Hope Goldmann? I’ve already thought about her full name. It’ll be Hopione Goldmann.” Colton refuted instantly, “If that’s what you’ve come up with, I prefer Hopenie.”

Roseanne introduced her child to the older lady, “Mrs Hart, they are my children. They are Charlotte and Nathaniel.” Ellora played with the children, “Oh, what beautiful children you have.” She cooed, “What beautiful names they have.” Roseanne smiled, “Thank you.” “Charlotte,” Ellora whispered. Coco scrunched up her nose and said, “Please call me Coco. I don't like Charlotte.” Roseanne sighed. “She hates her name.” Coco said, “Because it's a name for oldies, mommy.” Ellora laughed. “She is right. But sweetheart, names never get old. It's all about honouring people when we name ourselves. If your mommy and daddy named you something, there must be a reason behind it.”