Apple
Carina
Henley
Kiana
The only one I like is Henley. I’ve been searching, trying to find a name for my baby. I want my little butterfly to have a name before coming into this world, just in case I’m not here to give it to her myself.
Heath is here now. He’s looking over my shoulder, curious as ever. “Butterfly names?”
I’m not looking at a baby naming book.
“Because she’s my little butterfly.” I’m trying not to sound cheesy. He doesn’t know I call my little baby that. I know my cheeks are pink as he stares.
“Mariposa.” He says it with a smile. That’s my second favorite. I’ve circled it and everything.
His hand is on my shoulder as he leans down. I feel his breath tracing a path down my neck. I’m shivering and my stomach is fluttering at his closeness. It would be hard for any
