Max’s POV
“What about Alisha?” Addison called out from the rocking chair I had set up in the corner of the room while I sat on the floor, struggling to work out how to put the crib together.
I gave her a look, then went back to the instructions that I had been reading, but they might as well have been written in a foreign language for all the help they were. This had been amusing Addison nonstop since I had begun.
“Was that look for the name or the crib?” She quizzed, flipping through the baby name book she had picked up.
“A little of both,” I answered, not very enthusiastic about the name suggestion.
She sighed, going back to her book, “Oh, Aubree, what about Aubree?”
I shook my head at her, “Are you going to go through it alphabetically until we settle on one we both like?”
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