Page 82 of Wreckage of Us
“Is this my little sister?” He never takes his eyes off the baby when he asks.
“It is,” I confirm to him. “What do you think?”
“She doesn’t cry as much as Parker,” he declares after a few moments of silent contemplation.
“Well,” I snort, “she’s still a little tired and confused about being out in the world. I’m sure she’ll cry just as much later on.”
“Oh,” he sounds a little disappointed.
“You’re still coming to spend your spring break with us?” I almost worry he’ll say no, the pressure of a new baby just too much for him.
“Yeah,” he gives me a huge grin and I notice the missing tooth he’s sporting nowadays. He told us all the gory details over a video chat.
“Cool,” I fist bump him. “Have you picked a name yet?”
“Ryan,” he says with conviction.
“Oh, that’s a great name,” I agree. “And I’d love it for her. But do you remember the little boy who lives next door to us?”
“Yes.”
His answers are always short and to the point. It used to amuse and confuse me at first. Now I’m used to it.
“His name is Ryan.”
“We can’t have two,” he declares. “That’s why we don’t do Dylan,” he announces.
“Well,” I start, wondering what to say to that, but he cuts me off.
“Charlie.”
I shake my head in confusion. “What?”
“The baby’s name is Charlie.”
“Charlie Knight,” Dylan smirks at me. “Sounds like a superstar. I dig it.”
“I dig it, too,” I smile at him, then pucker my lips for him to kiss me, which he is more than happy to do if the wet kiss he slaps on me is anything to go by.
“How about Elizabeth for a middle name?” Dylan drops casually. It was my mother’s name. I never told him I’d like the baby to have it, but I really wanted to.
“Charlie Elizabeth Knight,” I whisper with tears in my eyes. “It’s perfect.”
“Is the baby going to call youMom?” Ethan cuts in. The change in conversation gives me whiplash.
“Uh, yes,” I smile at him a bit worried. “I’m sure she will once she starts talking.”
“Do I call you that too then?” He doesn’t even blink when he asks.
My eyes fly to Dylan’s. I know Ethan has been calling DylanDad, but I never thought anything of it. I also never expected for him to call me by anything other than my name. Dylan seems to be just as confused.
“Would you like to call BeccaMom?”
“When I stay with you,” Ethan nods in confirmation at his father.
“This is the best day ever,” I whisper. I literally became a momtwice.
“Dad,” Ethan looks at Dylan expectantly.
