"Marissa, could you help me, please?" I called down the hallway. "Sure!" she said. She ran down the hall from the study to the nursery. "What do you need?" she asked, brushing a piece of hair out of her face. "Could you go get the blue sheet in the closet? I'm going to make the crib up," I said. She nodded and was back in a couple seconds with the baby blue sheet. I tucked it into the crib, and layed the yellow, white and baby blue blanket over the sheet. I placed a few stuffed animals in the crib, too, tied the thing that guards the rails so the baby won't roll into it in place, and stepped back to look the nursery over. "Kennedy, it's so beautiful," Marissa said, walking up next to me. Brian wanted to decorate the nursery in a Noah's Ark motif, so there was a really cute border halfway up the wall (one of those that's made specially for a nursery), painted the bottom half baby blue, and the top half yellow, to match the border. The crib was diagonal in a corner, a rocking chair was in a corner, the changing table was next to the rocker, a chest of drawers was set against a wall, and the window seat in the bay window had a coushin that was baby blue and yellow striped, with baby blue and yellow pillows. The curtains were baby blue and white striped to match the window seat coushin, and there were some pictures on the walls. One was of the group, one was of me and Brian, one was of Brian's parents, and one was of my parents. "Marissa, Brian and I have been talking, and we want you and Nick to be our baby's godparents," I said, resting my hands on my already huge stomach. "Are you serious?" she asked, looking at me. "Well yeah! You two are our best friends!" I answered, laughing. "Oh, Kennedy, we would be honored to!" she answered, hugging me. _______________________________________________________________________________ "Well, what do you think about Matthew Christopher?" Brian asked me from across the table. We had decided to go out and eat dinner, and we were discussing names. "Too long," I said. I took out a small pad of paper and a pen. "I think we should write these down," I said. "I like Austin James," I suggested. "It's okay," Brian answered, taking a sip of his coffee. "I think we should use part of your name, baby," I said. "Which part?" he asked. "Well, either use your first or middle name as the baby's middle name," I said, glancing up at Brian. I smiled and he smiled back. "I want his first name to be Nickolas," Brian said. "You do," I said, almost amused. "Well yeah. Nick IS going to be his godfather and all," Brian answered. "Well, does Nickolas Brian or Nickolas Thomas sound better?" I asked, writing both down. "Thomas," we said together. He both laughed, and I flipped to a new page. Nickolas Thomas Littrell. "What do you think?" I asked, giving him the pad. He smiled. "Perfect," he answered.
Chapter 9
Back to Chapter 7
All I Have To Give
Main Page
