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"What about Firebird Fuzzbutt?" Peregrine proposed. "My mom named one of her kids Custard, so weird names are kind of a family tradition..." he quipped. The joke about middle names spurred another, more sober thought. "On a more serious note, I just thought of something. What if we named one Firebird Atticus? Or Firebird Attica if it's a girl." Almost immediately, Peregrine felt incredibly attached to the name.

The naming discussion was set aside when Fox presented him with a why not? mentality. "You're sure? Just tell me if you're hurting or uncomfortable or anything," he said to her, nibbling the bridge of her muzzle as she slid it beneath his chin. "I love you," he added with a crooked smile.

Because it was their first tango in a while, he was torn between taking her immediately and going slow. In the end, Peregrine simply couldn't help himself and tugged his mate into his embrace. Their tryst didn't last long and he slipped away from her a few moments later, laughing sheepishly at his amateur performance.

"Sorry," he breathed into her ear. "I've missed your sexy body. Maybe round two in a few minutes? What do you think about the name?" he questioned, revisiting their original topic.