Page 23 of Raising Love
He smirked. “I’m praying that’s true, Ivy League.”
I pointed at him, and he threw his hands up in surrender, laughing.
I sighed and let my eyes wander up the stairs that led to the bedrooms. A thought crossed my mind.
“He still doesn’t have a name,” I reminded, looking back at Leo.
“I know.”
After checking with both Kendra’s parents and Tyrell’s mother, we learned that Kendra and Tyrell hadn’t shared their potential baby names with them like we’d hoped. So Leo and I were completely in the dark about where to start. The hospital staff were understanding, though, offering to file the birth certificate with the placeholder name 'Baby Boy Love' until we decided on a permanent one.
I had no idea where to even start. Neither Kendra nor Tyrell’s parents knew what they’d planned to name their son. Hell, Kendra and Tyrell didn’t even know the baby’s gender—they’d kept telling Leo and me that we’d find out after the baby was born.
“I don’t want to just choose a name,” I said, shaking my head. “Names are important. They shape personalities.”
“We could name him after Tyrell,” Leo suggested with a shrug. “Like, Tyrell Love, Jr.”
“They didn’t want that. I at least know that much,” I said. “When I asked if they’d name the baby after Tyrell if it was a boy, Tyrell was quick to say no. He hated his name.”
Leo snorted. “He really did.”
That made me giggle too. I tucked my lips into my mouth, thinking. “We have to call him something.”
“Baby sounds good to me,” Leo said with a grin.
“Baby?”
He laughed. “Yeah. Simple. To the point, until we think of something else.”
I lifted my gaze to the ceiling, scanning it as if it had answers… and, in a way, it kind of did.
“How about Baby Love ?”
Leo arched a brow. “Baby Love?”
“Yeah.” I nodded. “Baby, like you suggested, and Love for Kendra and Tyrell’s last name—which is his last name too. Baby Love.”
Leo’s eyes moved around the room before he nodded. “Aight, sure. Baby Love.”
I smiled. Something about agreeing on something together made me feel a little better about the situation. “Okay, cool. We’ll keep researching and trying out names in the meantime.”
“And in my meantime…” Leo stretched his arms high and yawned for effect. “I’m gonna get some sleep while I still can.”
“I’m gonna see what else I can set up down here,” I said, looking around the space.
“Marta said rest up, Ivy League.” He smirked. “I think you should take her advice.”
“Would you stop calling me that!”
He chuckled as he headed toward the stairs. “It’s gonna be really interesting living with you in this big-ass house, roomie.”
“Mm-hmm.” I shook my head while grinning. “Hopefully, I don’t kill you in the process.”
SIX
ivy
1 MONTH LATER…
