Date Written: 9/23/05
Rating: K+
Word Count: 200
Notes: Written for Dee Latyner's birthday (9/23/05), big thanks to the lj user mtemplar for bringing the date to my attention! And I used a little bit of personal history in this piece: My great-grandfather (also from New York, actually!) was named Dee.
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"Jess!" Sister Maria exclaimed as she opened the door. "It's so late, what are--goodness!"
The officer looked at the woman helplessly, a bundle of blanket and baby in his arms.
"How old is he?" Maria asked, taking the child from Jess and smiling down at him.
"No idea. Few days, maybe," Jess replied, running a hand over the fine dusting of black hair on the baby's head. Jade green eyes opened and looked up at the adults with absolute trust. "I didn't have the heart to leave him with the EMTs, to make him go through the system."
Maria looked at her friend. "We'll take good care of him, Jess. Now, what should we name you, hmn?" she asked the child, touching his hand lightly.
Small fingers wrapped around the nun's forefinger, gripping tightly as if it was a lifeline. Her smile broadened, and she kissed the small fist.
"Dee."
The woman looked up at the officer, her brows furrowed. "Dee was my grandfather's name," Jess explained. "His eyes were green like that."
Maria surveyed him for a long moment, and Jess felt himself turning red. Finally, the woman smiled, and nodded in agreement.
"Dee it is, then"
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