French names were beautiful, but the odds of Daniel appreciating them were slim to none. Freya often hoped he would allow her to name their child without input, to grant her one exclusive right in life. She knew better, though. This child — illegitimate or no — was to be his heir. His input was certainly guaranteed.

"Pierre is lovely," she agreed. Perhaps she could sneak it in as a middle name and use it as her loving nickname. A boy ought to know what his father would call him. "I like Thaddeus as well." There were no literary origins for Thaddeus as far as she knew, but it was a beautiful name nevertheless.

The baby stirred in her stomach once more and she quickly shifted his hand to feel the movements.