His accidental surrogate
"I love those. Zion feels... adventurous. Sienna is warm, beautiful... and I like how it rolls off the tongue."
Zaire nudges me playfully. "See? This is what I meant about personality. Our baby's already got style."
"They'll definitely inherit yours," I teased, laughing softly. "And maybe some of mine too... to balance it out."
He leaned down, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to my temple. "Deal. And no matter the name, we're giving them the best life we can... full of love, laughter, and maybe a little mischief."
Zaire's expression shifted, becoming quieter, more tender. He tilted his head thoughtfully, his fingers gently brushing over mine. "Hey... can I ask you something?"