"George," Serena says, and there is more than a ghost of a smile on her face as she says so. Even before she'd arrived here, even when she was back with Pemberton, she'd known her child would be a boy and that she'd want to name him after his father.
The first. The heir. It was only fitting. "After his father."
She's also given him her maiden name as his middle, but she doesn't talk about that so readily. She'd told the nurses it was her maiden name and they'd nodded and said that was common. She hadn't told him that it was the last shot of the Shaws living on, that the rest of them had perished more than a decade ago.
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The first. The heir. It was only fitting. "After his father."
She's also given him her maiden name as his middle, but she doesn't talk about that so readily. She'd told the nurses it was her maiden name and they'd nodded and said that was common. She hadn't told him that it was the last shot of the Shaws living on, that the rest of them had perished more than a decade ago.
Nor that she still blames herself.