"Okay, I got it. Next time I'll let the bodyguard handle it. I'm not exactly itching to throw punches for no reason," Ava said with a grin.
Liam cupped her face and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. "That's my girl. Even if you don't care about yourself, think of the baby."
Ava picked up the piece of paper. "Here—help me pick a nickname for the baby."
Liam glanced at the list. His brows subtly furrowed.
The girl names? Passable.
But the boy names? Downright atrocious.
Buddy? Bam-Bam? He couldn't even bring himself to say them out loud.
None of them belonged in a family like the Grants.
But Ava was pregnant—this was a sensitive time.
He couldn't outright reject her ideas, so he carefully suggested, "Don't you think these names are a bit… earthy?"
She looked at the list, completely serious. "I think they're cute. Poppy sounds sweet. Rocky sounds strong—easy to raise. And Buddy just sounds funny in a good way."
