Renegade
“I'm still not sure about this," I pull the truck into the brick building, shutting it off as I look over at Whitney.
She laughs and like always it grabs me by the heart. I love to hear her laugh. I love a lot of things about her, but her laugh is in the top three. “Why are you so scared? We'll get to see what she looks like."
I shrug, running my hands over the steering wheel. “It freaks me out slightly. What if she looks like an alien? I don't know if I'm prepared for it."
“Chances are she'll be born in the next month, Ryan. I have a feeling she's going to look now exactly like she will then. Don't you want to make sure she looks like a Stella before she becomes a Stella?"
Whitney has a point. We don't want to stick her with a name that doesn't scream it's her name, but we c
