Everyone familiar belongs to Janet.

"Tank, this is Olive," Steph told him.

"Olive?" He asked, looking over at me.

I shrugged. She and I had decided on a name. We never discussed possible nicknames.

"Yes," she said defensively.

Now Tank shrugged. We're both thinking the same thing. The name doesn't matter. The fact that she's here and healthy is all that does.

"Here," he told me, tossing a pink camo teddy bear that's bigger than she is with 'Olivia' embroidered over its heart. "I need both hands for the kid."

Steph's smile as she passed our daughter to him was almost contagious.