"Anne?" Gilbert takes my hand. I turn my head to face him.
"Gil..."
"You're going to be ok, sweetheart. You will be fine."
"How's the baby?"
"She's a little weak. Like you."
"She?" I say, placing my hand on his cheek.
"She." He places his hand over mine. He places a wet rag on my forehead.
"I want to hold her, Gil." He nods and leaves. Soon he comes back with our baby. He sits down next to me on the cot that I am laying in at his office. He places her in my arms and then puts an arm around both of us.
"She's ours." He says.
"Ours. What will we name her?"
"I don't know. What do you want to name her, Anne?"
"Joyce. I want to name her Joyce."
He smiles. "That's perfect. Joyce Blythe. It's a beautiful name. Beautiful."
