george cradled his little man in his arms. he looked at his child with nothing but love. you could tell he'd cherish this little boy until life's end. you'd built something sacred and genuine here.
'hi little man.'
'g.. he needs a name.'
'you want me to choose?'
you nodded, allowing him a moment to think. you knew he'd prepared a few and tried his hardest to keep them a secret but you always found the truth.
'noah?'
'noah ezra barnett. i like that.'
we both looked at our baby, adoring him and his new name.