Chapter 160 The Name Of Our Boy

**Ethan’s POV

I walked into Rosalie’s tent, not exactly sure what I was doing there or what I even planned to say to her when I spoke to her. But I needed to see her. Regardless of whether I was a heartless rogue or not, I always had one soft place in me, and Rosalie and our child were nestled in there, whether she wanted to be or not.

“What do you want now?” she asked. Her tone sounded more exhausted than angry this time. I saw that the baby was sleeping in the bassinet I’d carved for him. I didn’t want to disturb him, so I hoped we could keep from arguing. It seemed like every single time I spoke to Rosalie anymore, that’s all we did.

“How are you?” I asked her, taking a few cautious steps over to see what sort of a mood she was in. I could see she’d been eating. She had more energy, and the glow she always had about her face was stronger.