Brad smiled. "You probably shouldn't be in here- with all the paint fumes, you know."
"Oh," said Carly, "I'll-just go check on Damian," she said, going to her older sons bedroom.
"Mommy," said three-year old Damian when she got there, "Can we name the baby Spiderman? Like you know, the superhero? Or can we name him The Hulk? I think he would like that name."
Carly laughed. "I already told you Damian Spencer, we're naming him Matthew, Matthew Fredward."
"Good thing I'm not having a sister. She would just play with dolls all day. Now I get to play trucks with Matthew. What can I call him? You know, like a nickname, like you and dad call me Dammy or Damo or the Dame Man."
Carly laughed to herself. The 'Dame Man'. Freddie had picked out that one. Freddie was Damian's favorite uncle (which made Spencer extremely jealous, he often exclaimed, 'But I'm the cool one! Freddie's just a nerd!') , and it was especially special when he visited, considering he moved all the way out to Atlanta, Georgia with Paige when they got married. And when they got divorced, Freddie had stayed there. He had talked about meeting back up with Sam there. Carly hadn't seen Sam since college, considering that Sam's art career took her all around the world, something that Spencer could have only dreamed of. Of course Sam had called Carly and written her a card when she got married, had Damian, but Carly hadn't heard anything other than that.
Dame hugged his mother goodnight, and Carly went back into her bed. Brad was still painting in the room next door. Carly wanted the baby extra close. The nursery was furnished with brand new baby things for little Matty, and everything would be perfect for Carly's second child.
Everything.
Wait! She had forgotten! They were out of milk and Damian always had cereal for breakfast! Carly said her goodbye's to Brad, and hopped in the Car in her PJ's, tummy almost hitting the steering wheel. Most mother's would have their child eat something else for breakfast and get milk later on, but this was just the kind of mother Carly was. Ready to do anything for her child.
"DUUUDDEEE" said Riley, wasted, "We need more beeeeeeeerr" he said, leaning on his equally intoxicated friends shoulder.
"Totally, maaaaan" said Tomas, grinning. "Can you go get it? I want to stay here and see what the happy man on the moon says to meee neeeexxtttt. He gives greeeaaaaat adviiiiiiiiiiceeee"
So Riley, his walking uneven and almost falling at every step, hopped into his car, which he had driven to that very spot in the woods to he and Tomas could drink without being spot. It was only their drunk brains that lead Riley into town that night.
Riley drove across the road, swerving in some places considering that he had no idea what he was doing. He didn't see the woman in the car crossing the intersection, he didn't even notice his red light.
And that moment would be a scar on the fifteen-year old boys life forever, because of what he did that night.
The light turned green, and Carly slowly crossed the intersectin. She felt Matthew kicking, and looked to her left just in time to see an SUV coming straight her way.