Deni
7 months and a week later…
Haven stares down the baby in his arms and I feel tears fill my eyes. I’ve never seen him look so absorbed in something like he is when he stares at our son.
“He’s such a big baby,” Mina comments in awe.
Yes, he is, I think to myself as I stare at the bundle of joy in Haven’s arms. He is a week old but he looks like he’s grown every second of every day.
“Have you thought of a name yet?” Mina asks staring at me. Haven looks up. I’ve been putting off naming him, because I am looking for a strong name that will suit him best. I wanted to give him my father’s name so that his legacy lives on, but I don’t know how Haven will feel about that. My father’s name was Gabriel. Gabriel Olive…
Tears prickle my eyes as I think of him. He would have loved Haven, a
