She's mine. That confirmation sends a million flutters in my ribcage. It's a feeling that's extremely difficult to explain because there is nothing like it in this world. I have never experienced this before. "Her name is Jennifer, right?"
Her body tenses as if she's surprised and then she straightens to look up at me. "Actually… It's Gianna Jennifer Rose."
I hold my breath. Gianna is the diminutive and feminine form of my name. MY NAME. She really is mine. My baby. I melt at the realization, my eyes misting once again. Shit. "What a really beautiful name. You really chose that name…" I mutter, still caught off guard.
"It was a no-brainer for me, really. It just felt right when I started looking into baby names. At first, I didn't think the two names would go well together but I really wanted my mom to be with her, you know…"
"You made the right choice. She has a unique and beautiful name. It suits her."
"She looks a lot like you…acts like you, too, sometimes."
"Really?"
