"Mortcombe Mortcombe? Well, I never thought of a combination," the man answered with a chuckle as his hand guided her to bottle-feed their baby.
"Hehe... No, I thought you were named Mortcombe something," she giggled, feeling good with the light ambience around her.
"Haha! What gives? I mean, while I'm glad you have never heard of the surname Mortcombe, what makes you believe that's my name?"
"Because. Because... everyone has been referring to you as Master Mortcombe and even that friend of yours called you Mortcombe," she responded, slightly amazed at the oddity of his friend using a surname.
"Ahh... That's Rafael. He used to call me Frederick but I think he's gotten lazy switching names when talking to the soldiers and sticking to that," his voice slowly became lower as little Freddie's clear blue eyes hid behind his tiny eyelid.
