Novel & Cerita Scaramouche Name Ideas

I giggle, “I don’t mind it. I’m not big on silence, to be honest.” “That’s good, because in like two months, it’s going to be hella loud in your life,” Sin grins, his eyes dipping to my stomach. “Name?” “Not yet. We haven’t had a chance to discuss it.” “He’ll be the next Alpha, so you have to make it something cool. Hmmm,” he purses his lips, darting out the tip of his blue tongue at the corner. “Ivan… No. Lucien is kind of badass. Vincent or Viktor give off Russian mob vibes. You should totally go with a mafia name,” he shakes his head. “Run it by me when you come up with something. I’ll tell you if it sounds lame.”

Not too comfortable with the tittle. "No." Amelia snaps. "It's Luna. Or Luna Scarlet. Nothing less." Scarlet sounds good to me. "Alpha's order."

Hakeem, Derek, and Marcus had painted the nursery a few weeks ago, and I have been slowly filling it with all the things our precious babe needs. Growing bored, I find myself in a lane filled with life size scrabble letters. Filtering through, I pull out the letters needed for both of the names we have chosen. Octavius for a little boy, named after his father, or Calliope for a girl. Which was my grandmother’s name. The second my hand closes around the ‘C’, a little kick gets me in my stomach. “Do you like that name, little one?” I ask, my hand grazing my belly.

“We ought to brainstorm some options. Do you have any ideas for a name that would fit me well?” “I-I…t. It… should s-s-st…tart with the letter S-S, mommy, o…or it should b-be… c-c-close to my new name… s-so… w-we’re… the… the s-same.” Brianna stammered yet full of joy. “Start with the letter S that’s close to your new name?” Nathalie mused thoughtfully. “Sapphire… Sa... Sharon?” Brianna shook her head. “No? What about... With... Shanon?”

he raised a brow at me. I stared around the area for a fleeting second before turning to him. "Something like Aethereia, Luminaria, Floraison, those are far better names. Unique and not commonly found. But if you want something common, maybe floral falls or a petal oasis; no offense to your name, but Jack Russell sounded like something an obnoxious teenager would name a field as lovely as this." "Offense taken," Jack's glare intensified. "Besides, I like Aethereia, what does that mean?"

Alonso went into a craze phase of being so obsessed with Scooby Doo that Amara had to give him that nickname to make him follow her words and order when they were younger. Amara giggled before placing her hands on her hips. "Well, if Alpha Scooby doesn’t sound nice to you, there’s also Alpha Shaggy." She teased him, and we all laughed heartily before Dad called us out and told us to move to the packhouse so Amara and I could rest soon.

They continue their soccer match for thirty more minutes before finally winding down so I might sleep. The next afternoon’s task is researching possible Pomsky names. I could keep her name Aggie, but I want to look at other possibilities. I open a new document on my Mac. At the top, I type “Possible Pomsky Names” then type “1. Aggie”. I set up auto-numbering, then move to my iPad to search the internet for names. I type “Husky names” in the browser. I click on the top site and browse the names. I continue this on several more sites. I add Denali, Yukon, Mako, Aspen, Aurora, Luna, Indigo, Sasha, Kyra, Kira, and a few others.

And here I was, trying to paint over the cracks with pastel colors and hopeful names. “What about names?” I asked quietly, pulling back to look at him. Marco’s eyes softened, that rare, vulnerable expression slipping through. “You’re not still set on Luca, are you?” I rolled my eyes. “I like Luca. It’s classic.” “It’s boring,” he countered, grinning. “What about something strong? Like Matteo.” I snorted. “You want our kid to sound like he’s born with a business empire?” He shrugged, unbothered. “Well, he will be.”