Lyra's POV
I've had months to think about the baby's name, but the moment that precious little bundle of joy was placed in my trembling arms, only one came out of my mouth.
“Kenny,” I glanced up at the midwife that handed him to me, “I’ll name him Kenny,” the name had flowed so naturally from my lips like it was just waiting to bounce off my tongue. The midwife scrunched her nose disapprovingly, then shrugged without comment.
But I hardly noticed her.
Kenny had completely eclipsed everything.
Finally, I was no longer so alone anymore.
I had already saved up to hire a nanny. Marigold was a kind hardworking lady in her 50s, her auburn hair often found in a bun. She moved through the little apartment I rented. Like the wind, I would come back from work exhausted and she would speak enou
