but may turn green like his dad’s.
“He’s both of us,” Jon tells me at the side of my bed. “What shall we call him, Mrs. Drazen?”
I smile at my new name. Our wedding was a total surprise. I thought we were going to dinner, but Jon had other plans. No one was there but the priest and us. But I’ll never forget that afternoon. I walked down the aisle with a single hazel-colored Aster toward a proud Jon.
“So, what shall we call him?” he asks, bringing me out of my head.
I’ve given this a lot of thought since finding out we were having a son. “The best namesake I know. Jonathan S. Drazen IV.” I finger his tiny fist. “Welcome to your family.” My son will never know what it’s like to be surrounded by people who share his blood but hate him. As long as there’s breath in my body, he’ll never walk around feeling inadequate.
“He likes his name,” Jon tells me as we both listen to our child’s soft cooing sounds. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
***
I can’t believe the number of people here.
From my place at the podium, I look around at the unfamiliar faces gathered inside Books & Other Things who are here to enjoy the bookstore’s weekly “Spend Your Night With ... ” series, which features up-and-coming authors.
A blown-up picture of my book, A Boy with No Name, sits on an easel beside me. It’s largely fictionalized, but bits of my life and pieces of Jon’s are woven into the love story about a boy and a girl who were saved by love. It’s not a bestseller, and I’m not a household name, but I’m enjoying the new career I haphazardly uncovered while I breastfed JJ, my son. I look down at my watch one last time. Jon promised he’d be here.
I adjust the microphone, stalling, but I’m out of time. The nerves get the better of my stomach muscles, causing them to quiver. I can do this. With more confidence than I feel, I step forward and open my book. When I look back out at the crowd, my biggest cheerleader, Jon, sits front and center, mouthing, “I love you.”
“Me too,” I mouth back. I clear my throat. “There once lived a boy with no name who fell in love with a girl who was irrelevant.”
I never thought I’d be anything but irrelevant, but I’m now a wife, a mother, and a woman with knowledge about my self-worth. Had Jon not offered me his audacious job proposal, I probably would have never found the love of my life.
THE END
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