Seventeen
Austin
“So?” I ask Holly, staring at the piece of paper taped outside our boy’s crib that reads Bailey Boy.
She hems and haws. “You can pick the boy’s name if you want. ”
I laugh and sit on the bed with her, wrapping my arm around her and holding her to my body. “We can compromise. You good with Timothy as the middle name?”
After talking with Savannah, I feel as though both of our firstborns should honor our parents.
“Let’s look at the book,” I suggest.
We’d highlighted some boy names before we found out we were having a girl. Maybe there’s one in there we can agree on.
I dig out her book and curl back up with her on the bed. We scan page after page of yellow and blue highlights, searching for one in green. Knowing us, we won’t like it now.
“Cash?” She looks at me after
