Hazel
"Hazel."
She looks over at him curiously.
"It's the colour of your eyes," he adds, as though the reason was obvious.
"We're not naming our daughter after my eye colour Harvey," she says with a laugh. "That's ridiculous."
"It's not just because it's your eye colour," he mumbles. He glances away, looking a little hurt and she realises he's serious about this baby name suggestion.
She reaches out, taking hold of his hand to draw his eyes back to her. "Why Hazel?" she asks softly.
"I used to dream about your eyes all the time." He shrugs, looking uncertain how to further explain and she rubs her thumb over his knuckles encouragingly.
He looks at her a little wistfully. "For so long I couldn't touch you how I wanted, I couldn't say the things I was thinking. But your eyes, those I felt like I always had. I could at least look at them as much as I liked." He smiles a little at her, and she returns an undoubtedly wobbly one of her own before he continues. "They showed me all the things neither of us could say. They showed me the faith you always had in me, and in us."
He still manages to surprise her after all these years together, after everything they've been through, still manages to make her heart race, still manages to make her feel like the luckiest person in the world. She is so endlessly grateful that they finally found their way to each other.
She settles her hand on the swell of her stomach.
"Hazel," she says softly, calling her daughter's name for the first time.
Harvey's hand comes to rest on top of hers, as he drops a kiss onto her temple.
"Hazel."