I was sitting on the bedroom floor, putting away the bags of baby clothes some pack members sent over to me. They did not know the s*x of the baby, so the clothes were a variety of both. I separated them as I went along, thinking maybe someone else could use some of the boy's clothes.
We were going to be meeting with my parents and Grandfather later for dinner. They were driving up as my Mother did not want me to travel. Derek agreed.
“Are those the baby's clothes,” Alison came into the room and sat down next to me.
I realized I had never asked her what she preferred to go by. They named her after her grandmother, and her Mother called her Alissa rather than Alison. Most times, I called her Ali. I realized maybe that was confusing for such a small girl.
“yes, they are, and you can
