Delia
“She’s perfect.”
“She is, isn’t she?” Jessica says with tears in her eyes.
“Did you decide on a name?”
Jess’s gaze moves to Grayson, who is out in the hall calling his siblings. “No. Grayson doesn’t like the names I picked, and I really hate his.”
“What’s your top choice?” I ask.
“I like Adeline, but he says it’s going to be hard having two girls with names that start with A.”
I smile. “He might be right, especially if you have another one after her.”
She sighs deeply. “He likes Ember.”
I purse my lips and think on that. “You know . . .”
“I know, I know. It has meaning, and it’s pretty. But, like, do we need to immortalize the fire?”
I rub my finger against her daughter’s cheek. “She’s not the ash from the fire, but the ember that remains warm. I think it’s beautiful, just like her mother.”
Jessica looks back down at her, a tear falling. “She is, and you’re right. She stayed alive, enduring and fighting to be here. I . . . I . . . ugh. I hate that you’re both right. She is Ember, isn’t she?”
I let out a soft laugh. “I think she is.”
“I think so too.”
“I’m so happy for you.” I look at the sweet little girl in her arms, and my lip trembles. This is going to be me soon. Maybe not the girl part, but the holding a baby part. I’m not ready.
I sniffle and turn away.
“Hey, what’s wrong?”
“I’m just so happy.”
She laughs. “So, you’re crying?”
I open my mouth to tell her that I’m pregnant, but stop myself. It’s her day, and I’m not going to take away from her. Plus, I want to get through the first trimester and out of the danger zone before telling everyone.
“Isn’t that what we do when we’re happy?” I ask.
Jessica kisses the top of Ember’s head. “I guess it is.”
Grayson enters the room, looking at us with a slightly terrified look in his eyes when he sees us whispering. “You okay?”
“I picked the name.”
“You . . . picked the name?” he says carefully.
She nods. “Ember.”
He lets out a sigh and then chuckles. “Delia liked it?”
“She did.”
Jessica looks up at me. “So, I hear that Josh moved in?”