Heart Bones

by Colleen Hoover

The name of this dog. I posted about this while I was in the process of writing this book. It was a dream I had. Below is the original facebook post explaining where this name came from...and possibly why Beyah plays volleyball. Colleen Hoover AtSmpmpmroclrnoilsorie2id3· Shared with Public I will preface this by saying I do not have a daughter, and our school does not have a volleyball team, so that should have been my first clue that this was just a dream. I was sitting in my office and this girl comes out of my bathroom holding three pregnancy tests. They were all positive and she was crying and she was like, "I'm sorry, mom. I'm so sorry!" I knew she was my daughter and I knew she was only fifteen, so while I was SO pissed at her, I was also scared for her, so I hugged her and sat her on the couch with me. And I said, "How did this happen? You aren't even old enough to date." And she said, "It was after a volleyball game out of town." And I asked her who the father was and she said, "Mike." And then suddenly, Levi, Cale and Beckham walked into the room and they were all, "We're gonna kick Mike's ass! Who is he?" And she said, "We go to school with him. He's the kid no one likes." And they were like, "Mom, he's the worst! He's going to make the worst dad!" But I was still so upset at the thought of being a grandmother at only 40, so I was in shock and I was angry. And then in walks my mother, and she wanted to talk to me in private. When I left my daughter and my boys in the other room, my mom whispered, "What's her name? I don't remember you having a daughter." I said, "I don't know. I thought I had all boys. I feel bad but I can't remember her name!" Mom said, "Me neither. Let's look for her contact in our phones." So we're sitting there, feeling really guilty because we've neglected my daughter for the past fifteen years to the point that we couldn't even remember her name. Mom said, "I feel so bad. She's just so quiet, you forget she's even there." And then for some reason, my daughter's volleyball coach walks into the house and I scream at him and say, "This is all your fault! How could she have been left unsupervised?!" And he said, "Who?" I said, "My daughter! She's pregnant and it happened at a ballgame!" He said, "I thought you only had boys. Which one is your daughter?" And shamefully, I said, "I can't remember her name." And he said, "Then she's probably not your daughter. But we're in quarantine, so just keep pretending she's your daughter. Maybe quarantine will end before she gives birth." And I said, "I'm sorry I yelled at you. You're right. Maybe they'll let us out before she gives birth, but until then, we have to figure out her name." And my mom said, "Let's just call her Pepper Jack Cheese. She'll think it's a cute nickname." Then I felt better for some reason and that's all I remember. *I woke up this morning and immediately typed this dream into my notes because it was one of the most vivid nightmares I've ever had, and also because I didn't want to forget the name Pepper Jack Cheese because I'm absolutely naming a dog that in the book I'm writing now.