Chapter Fifty
Cole
Since Sam and Grace went out, Isabel and I talked. I wanted to die, when she asked if we could talk. What did she want to talk about?
"Why do you want to talk?" I asked her.
"Well, if you don't want to that's fine too." She said turning away from me.
"No, I just wanted to know, I mean what do you want to talk about?"
"Well, we know it's a girl so maybe we can think of some names." Isabel said holding her hands on her stomach.
"Ok," I said reaching down on the bottom shelf and grabbing a note pad. "What are some names that you thought of?"
"I had Emma, Olivia, Riley, Sophie?"
"I like those," I said writing the names she said down. After writing two pages of names we hadn't decided on a name that suited the baby.
"Shelby," Isabel shouted. I almost fell out of the bed.
"What? What about her?"
"Who, I think that the baby should be named Shelby." Well I did kind of like the name, not in context with the bad Shelby but for our baby, why not? "Please Cole; I think that name is beautiful."
"Sure, I think it's nice too."
"Thank you." Isabel leaned over to kiss me so I leaned over too. Isabel looked down at her stomach and stared rubbing her bump. "Hi Shelby, do you like that name?"