is born, and it makes any parent know that they would do anything in the world for their new baby. Literally anything. Which is why I don’t get Ronnie. I will never be able to understand how he could sign over his parental rights like he did… although I am grateful that he did.
I felt that way with Travis, like it was the two of us against the world and I just knew I wouldn’t let anything happen to him. I mostly have stuck to that promise, aside from the whole arrest and the CPS nightmare. And even though we aren’t alone, I feel this way about my daughter as well. Whatever that girl needs from me, I am there for her.
“So, what are we going to call her?” I ask Marc. “Since we never discovered the gender of our baby, we didn’t discuss names, did we? Do you have any ideas?”
“I actually do.” I notice a pinkness staining his cheeks which makes me curious as to what the hell he’s going to say next. “I thought that we could call her Ami.”
“Ami?” I cock my head to one side and look at my baby girl. “I love it. I think that it suits her well too. Where did you come up with the name? Have you been thinking about it?”
“Well, actually…” He sucks in a nervous sounding breath. “I have been living in my childhood home as a way to cling on to my mother’s memory, because I haven’t wanted to forget her since she passed away. I know that might be silly, but I want to keep her close to me always.” I have never thought that was silly about Marc. It’s one of the sweetest things about him. “But I think now we might need somewhere bigger. Maybe not a mansion like my father is always telling me to get, but somewhere where the four of us can live comfortably. So, as a way of honoring my mother, I would like to call my daughter her name.”
“Ami was your mother’s name? Wow, that’s amazing. I like it so much.”
I don’t just like it because of the story that he has just told me, I don’t even think that we necessarily need to move home, although I suppose we might have to if the house starts to feel too cramped. But I love the name anyway, I think it’s perfect.
“Yes, I like it.” I nod slowly and smile at him. “I like it a lot. I think that it suits her.”
Marc tries to lean down to kiss me gratefully, but he can’t quite manage it because he has Ami in his arms. Luckily, that’s the exact moment my parents come in the room with Travis to meet his brand-new little sister. They take Ami from him and we finally manage to kiss.
“Thank you so much,” he whispers to me as he tucks a stray strand of my hair behind my ear. “I love you so much. I can’t believe how happy you have made me.”
“I love you too. But do we really have to move home? I like our place.”
He tosses his head back and laughs. “You really aren’t bothered about spending money, are you? I do think that eventually we are going to need to move though because we’ll need the room. A nursery, a bigger bedroom for Travis… you know, all of it. But not quite yet. I definitely think that we need to have at least one more Christmas in our place.”
I don’t know if only one more Christmas will be enough for me, but I nod and agree with him anyway. Perhaps I will start thinking the same way once we get back as well.
“Plus,” Marc cocks a knowing eyebrow at me. “We really need to have some room for guests to come, don’t we? Your parents… plus. I really think that my father and his family might want to come around now that we have a baby. He might want to come from the UK.”
Yeah, he’s right about that. They probably will. “Okay, you are slightly changing my mind here. But I will have a think about it… although not yet.”
“No, of course not. You need plenty of time to recover.”
I stare over Marc’s shoulder then to see Travis absolutely enthralled by his sister. I’m sure that it might change over time, and that there will be days where he gets totally annoyed with her, but this moment is perfect. So perfect that