Holding my baby in my arms was surreal. In a moment, everything changed. Yet, here I was, holding my newborn son who had been swaddled in fire silk—a type of material that self warms.
“What will you name him?” Ciera asked, as she adjusted the pillows around me.
Name? Darren said he didn’t care what I named him, and yet … I couldn’t. Not without Darren. This was something we were supposed to do together. I stared down at my sleeping baby. Finally, he was in my arms, but I couldn’t be happy. My family was not complete. I didn’t know where Darren was. What if he was hurt? What if he needed me? No, I couldn’t name him.
“For now, I’ll call him Baby Ren. Until his father and I can come up with a name together.” He was my little Darren, and that would be his name. He had dark hair, and when h
