“I need a name.”
“That’s your job.”
“Now it’s ours.”
“How did I get dragged into this?”
“You said yes too fast.”
Van shook his head, but he leaned back against the house and started helping anyway. We went through names for a while, and most of his suggestions were terrible.
“Legend?”
I looked at him. “You cannot name my baby Legend.”
“There’s nothing wrong with Legend.”
“Yes, it is.”
“What?”
“I just don’t like it.”
“Aight. Amir?”
I thought about that one. “Maybe.”
“Carter?”
“No.”
“Myles?”
That one made me stop. I said it again to myself. “Myles.”
Van watched me. “You like it?”
“I don’t hate it.” Actually, I kinda did like it. The baby moved under my hand, and I looked down at my stomach. “What you think? You a Myles?”
Van laughed. “I think that’s a yes.”
I rubbed over the spot where he had kicked. “Myles.” The more I said it, the more I liked it. “Okay. Myles.”
Van nodded. “Myles.”
“Look at you doing goddaddy work already.”
“I need a raise.”
“You don’t get paid.”
“Then I quit.”
“You can’t quit. We just established you family.”
The words were out before I thought about them, and Van looked at me at the same time I looked at him. Neither one of us said anything for a second before he smiled.
“You said it.”