"Isn't Phoenix a hippie name?"
Violet pouted, taking the proffered mug from her husband's hand. "The phoenix was a very majestic bird," she replied. "I had a parakeet named Phoenix once."
Julian raised his eyebrows. "You want to name our firstborn after a parakeet?" He would have been offended if the thought wasn't so amusing.
"Of course not. But if it helps, he was my favorite," she offered with a grin.
Julian rolled his eyes. "No."
"But what if when he comes out he just… feels like a Phoenix?" Violet rubbed her convex belly thoughtfully.
"Then he can be a Phoenix. But right now, what do you think about Michael?" He took a seat next to her and pressed a quick kiss to her cheek, his fingers finding hers.