"Well, one of us had to," Karla grumbled, resting her head on Warren's shoulder and twining her fingers with his. "Even if it was more hours that I was told up front."

And she did love her daughter, the little girl inside who kicked and spun and thought of her as the Everything. But she was just worried it wouldn't be enough.

How insanely selfish was that?

"Does that mean I get dibs on naming her?"