Epilogue
Jenny stopped working at her computer and stood up with a smile as the tiny infant in the next room made her demands known. Standing over the crib, she lifted the baby who was only a few days old from the crib. Exposing a breast, she held her daughter close, letting the little one get her fill before detaching her and covering herself back up. She adjusted the baby, holding her to a shoulder for a post-meal burp.
"Bryce," she said to the tiny girl as she patted her back until the air bubble was out of the baby's system along with a bit of milk.
Jenny was grateful for the burping towel Janie Crane had bought her. Theora had given her a mattress for the crib which looked very comfortable and was easy to wash. Dominique had been to the baby shower also and she had bought diapers and a diaper pail to put the used ones into.
Word had gotten around to Blank Bruno that Bryce had fathered a child before his untimely death. And even though men hadn't been invited to the shower, he had called Jenny later that day to congratulate her.
The birth had been a very uncomfortable one, but Jenny had been delighted when she saw her daughter for the first time.
"What is her name?" Theora had asked later on when they were all at the nursery window together.
Jenny gave them a small smile. Her eyes glistened with happiness and a hint of memories.
"Bryce Lynch."