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Dalton Dalton needs love and siblings."  When he finished he watched her expectantly, obviously waiting for her answer.  "Please, Ashley.  Marry me and make me the happiest man alive.  I promise you, if you do, you'll be the happiest woman alive."
    She sighed, not able to resist his huge brown eyes.  Finally, she nodded.  "I guess we're getting married by Elvis tonight."
    He pulled her head down, kissing her madly.  "Thank you.  I won't let you regret it."

Chapter Six
     
     
    Barrett held Ashley's hand tightly as he led her from the private airstrip ten miles south of Vegas toward the waiting limo.  The Elvis chapel had kindly sent a car for them, and it would drop them off at the Venetian after the short ceremony.
    Ashley had said very little since agreeing to marry him, and he worried that she was thinking about changing her mind, but if he hurried everything along, he was certain it would all be fine.  It was more than wanting a mother for Baby Dalton.  He wanted her as his wife.
    Once they were settled in the back seat of the car, he turned to her, his arm curled around her shoulders.  "You're going to be the best mother a boy named Dalton Dalton could ever have."
    Ashley frowned.  "No.  We're changing his name, and we're doing it legally.  I'm not going to be able to hold my head up in public otherwise."
    Barrett shrugged.  He wished he'd thought of changing the baby's name, but he was so used to weird names in his family, it just hadn't seemed that important to him.  He hated it, but it did seem to be a family tradition.  "To what?"
    "I don't know yet.  Most parents have eight months to figure it out, or even longer if they start thinking about it before they conceive.  We'll decide together."
    "As long as it doesn't have to be tonight, because I've got better things to do than worry about what I'm going to name my child, who has a name already.  Yes, it's an unacceptable name, but it is a name."
    "Promise me we'll change it?"
    "As soon as we find a boy's name we agree on, we'll change it right away," he said, staring into her green eyes, his fingers stroking her cheek.  He lowered his mouth to hers, softly kissing her to seal his promise.
    She sighed. 
    "Thank you for agreeing to marry me," he said softly.  "I know you have reservations, but I'm going to make you happy.  I swear."
    "You'd better..." She grinned as she made the threat.  She knew they were physically compatible, and she liked him a great deal.  He already owned a piece of her heart and hoped she could keep the rest from him, at least until she was more certain.  Regardless, she knew she loved the baby, and they'd make a good family.
    He laughed, touching the tip of her nose with his index finger.  "You know, I don't even know what you did before you came here.  You were in New York with your aunt, but what did you do?  Were you working?  A professional wastrel?  A street performer, dancing while making balloon animals in Central Park?"
    She chuckled.  "No, not a professional wastrel or a street performer.  I graduated from college a year ago.  I took my time, because I didn't always have enough money to take a full load, and I was working my way through—determined not to have any student loans.  Last fall I was a first grade teacher in Montana, which is where I grew up.  I lived at home with my father and step-mother.  I was just filling in for a teacher who was out on maternity leave, so when she went back to school, I found myself at loose ends."
    "You didn't want to keep teaching?" he asked.  It seemed odd that someone who'd gone to college for that long to be a teacher would give up on the dream so easily.
    She shrugged.  "I tried, but I felt like all I was doing was teaching them to take standardized tests.  That isn't really teaching!  I figured if I became a nanny, I could teach young children anyway.  Being a stay-at-home mom or a nanny is ninety percent teaching, in my opinion."
    "So how'd you end