Mercy
"He's gonna be a football player."
"She's going to be a dancer."
He lifted his head from her stomach and looked at her, his death blue eyes filled with question. "How come you keep sayin' it's a girl?"
She giggled, "Because you keep saying it's a boy."
He smiled sadly and placed his head back on her abdomen, "I don't want to miss this."
"I know."
"I wish it could've been different..."
Her baby-blue eyes glazed over, "Me too."
Even though Millie knew he couldn't be there, the moment was real.
"Do me a favor, Honey," He asked before disappearing again. "If it is a girl...call her Mercy."
His smile was the last thing that faded.