. . . TEN MONTHS LATER . . .
SOPHIA
“Sit down, Abdallah. The baby won’t go anywhere.” I chastise as Abdallah continues to hold ‘the baby’, gently swinging him around.
He cuts me a glare. “His name is Zayaan, not ‘the baby’.”
“No. I don’t like that. I’m not naming my son Zayaan.” I make a face, sipping my hot coffee that Abdallah just made.
Turns out, when you let go of something that’s bad for you, you have to replace it with something better. So, since I refuse to have tea. Coffee it is.
“It’s been almost three months!” Abdallah exclaims as if I don’t already know. “You still can’t decide?”
“I was thinking maybe we should name him . . .” I pause dramatically. “Danial?”
It takes Abdallah only one second to register what I said and meant. He scowls darkly. “Never.”
“It’s a lovely
