Part 27 (2/2)

”I want you to be part of this. I want him to have a name that reflects you, too.”

Touched, she looked at Bobby, knowing how significant this was to him. ”An Irish name for a Cherokee

baby.” A mixed-blood with his daddy's golden skin and deep-set eyes. ”How about Brendan? It means

little raven.”

”Really?” He reached for the baby and rocked the sleeping infant against his chest. ”Brendan Elk. That's perfect.”

”BrendanRobert Elk,” she added, honoring her husband.

He looked up and smiled, and she put her hand on his knee, encouraging him to cuddle next to her.

And in the silence that followed they admired their newborn son, their little raven the child who'd brought them together, who made their lives sparkle with love and beauty. With the promise, she thought, of happily ever after.

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