A book of names, five months before the birth, and I suggested Abigail for the baby. A full name, three soft syllables; a Hebrew word, meaning “my father rejoices.” But no, he told me — he slept with an Abby once.
I ran my hands over my belly. I couldn’t think of anything smart to say.
We tried out names all night. Christina, a Chrissy he met at a frat party. Katherine, a Katie picked up on New Year’s Eve the month before we met. Kelly, Laurie, Terri… By next morning, our child was still unnamed, and even a little forgotten.
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Before seeing the “Read More”, button, I thought the story was just this and that the “I” referred to the man who is going to be a father. I’ve found it really touching and beautiful:
A book of names, five months before the birth, and I suggested Abigail for the baby. A full name, three soft syllables; a Hebrew word, meaning “my father rejoices.”
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Another example of why we love 100 Word Story. Good one!
I really like the understated but powerful way this finishes.