Queen
I announce.
“Flavian?” Rasmus runs his finger down the dark golden fluff on Flavian’s head. “Let me guess – gold?”
“Golden haired” I smile smugly, and Rasmus laughs.
“It’s a strong name. Any others?”
“Flavian Lars.”
“Lars?” Rasmus chokes.
I look at him “Of course. Who else would we name him for, if not Lars?”
Rasmus nods, and leans forward to kiss me, as if that would hide the tears that are threatening to fall.