“Have you picked out a name yet?” the nurse asked.
“We’ve never given any thoughts to a girl’s name.” Early on we’d settled on Peter William for our baby, but it looked like that name definitely wouldn’t be appropriate for this baby.
“Martinique, darling Jack?”
“Martinique.” I smiled into her eyes, ran a gentle finger over our daughter’s soft cheek, then took Jill’s hand and raised it to my lips.
“That’s an unusual name. Are you French?”
“No.” I laughed. We’d vacationed in the Caribbean nine months earlier and had spent a week on the island. When Jill discovered she was pregnant, we realized she must have conceived during that time.
“Well, it’s a very pretty name. Now, I’ll just leave you to get comfortable with Martinique. If you need anything, use the buzzer. Otherwise, I’ll be bac
