“What if we name her after your dad?” “Steven is kind of an odd name for a girl, isn’t it?” “Not if we call her Stevie.” Wyatt’s head pulls back as he considers this, his eyes turning to stare at the quilt with me. “Stevie?” I bite my lip and nod. “Stevie Everly Fletcher sounds pretty perfect, don’t you think?” Wyatt turns to look at me, concern etched in his brows. “These are all my family names.” “No, they’re not.” I poke him in the ribs, my heart warming in my chest as I say the next part out loud. “It’s my family too.”
