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Phoebus was ecstatic when Esmeralda told him about the baby.
"What are we going to name him? It will have to be a name befitting the child of a sun god and a daughter of the moon. When is he due? I'll have to start working on a crib, and write to my mother."
"Slow down, what makes you think the baby is a boy, what if it's a girl?"
He looked puzzled like he had never considered that the baby could be a daughter.
"Well, then I hope she looks just like you." He said and wrapped his arms around. Leaning down, he kissed Esmeralda soundly, before giving a whoop of joy.
"We are going to have a baby!"
Soon the whole neighborhood knew, Phoebus would tell anyone who would listen. They stayed up late exchanged ideas over what to name their child.
"What about Anthonie?"
"No, I knew an Anthonie during the wars and he was a complete ass."
"All right then, what about Milosh?"
"Nope,our son is not going to be named Milsoh."
"Fine, what names do you like?" Esmeralda asked peevishly.
"What about Thomas or Adam?"
"No too common,I thought our son needed a name befitting 'a child of a son god and a daughter of the moon.'"
"You're right, let me think about it."
She thought Phoebus had gone to sleep when he whispered,
"Do you like Anatole? It means bright sunrise?"
She considered it for a moment, "I love it."
She stood there looking at the two most important men in her life, each holding a baby. She saw the baby in Phoebus' arms, a beautiful big blond haired green eyed boy. Quasi cradled their sweet dark hair, green eyed daughter. Both men stared down at their child and then fathers looked at her.
"Choose." They demanded.
Her heart ripped in two, she loved Phoebus and their life together. Her love for Quasi while different is just as strong. She knew she couldn't have both. Panic sets in, how could she choose between the two?
Esmeralda woke from the dream terrified. Trying to tamp down the panic she let the rhythmic breathing of Phoebus lull her back to sleep. The next morning Esmeralda was exhausted, her back ached, and she was always hungry. She began to dread the birth of her baby. There was no hiding the bump anymore and she'd been avoiding Quasimodo ever since. All was well as long as no one could see the baby. Esmeralda could not find the right words to tell Quasimodo. With Phoebus, he'd just assumed he was the father of their child, Quasimodo would never ask but would he suspect? Would he remember their night and consider the possibility? Could she lie to him if he asked? Should she lie? It would make everything more simple if she just played along with Phoebus being the father; but what if the baby had Quasi's red hair or his eyes or mouth? There would be no hiding the identity of the father if the baby looked like Quasi. Knowing eventually she'd have to tell Quasimodo she gathered her courage and went to the bell tower.
