Issahil
“Why Erlind?” I probed.
He laid back towards the seat to a more relaxed posture, his gaze leaving mine to the sky above.
“Because Erlind means lively or spirited. It is a great way to remind your child to live each day to its fullest.”
I smiled. Well, if that was what the name Erlind meant, it would be a great name to give to my baby.
With this thought playing in my head, my hand subconsciously moved to my belly bump, which was barely even there, to rub on it.
“I will name him Erlind then, if it's a boy,” I voiced out and he turned to look at me with the nerve-wrecking smile of his, playing on his face.
“I am glad you find my suggestion appealing,” he said, and then suddenly reached his hands out towards my face.
Subconsciously I held my breath. What was he doing? I didn'
