Atticus
Honeymoon.
Sitting on the beach. Basking in the sun.
Gisele laying her head on my chest as she rubs it gently with her fingers. This is what bliss should taste like. But all I can taste is bitterness. All I can think about is Adaline. And the fact that she killed my child.
“What will we name our baby?”
Gisele looks up at me and asks.
“I haven't thought of any names yet.” I reply flatly. “What about you? Any names?”
“Lennon if it's a boy.” She grins. “Lennon if it's a girl.”
A frown forms on my face immediately. I pull back from her embrace and sit up.
“Naming our unborn child after our dead child?”
“Parents name babies after dead people all the time.” She says with a defensive tone. “It's not a unique experience. It's a sign of respect and keeping the memory alive.
