Tell him.
“I have a name,” I blurt out instead for some reason.
“What?”
“For her.”
He goes alert then. “You have a name for her.”
Biting my lip, I smile slightly. “Yes.”
Even though this wasn’t what I was going to say to him, I’m glad I did. Now that my mind isn’t muddled with exhaustion, I’ve been looking at names.
Or rather, paying attention in English lit class about character names and such.
And today I heard a name that I absolutely loved.
His wolf eyes sharpen with interest. “What is it?”
“Okay, so,” I begin, my voice buzzing with excitement as I close the tap and turn to him. “Today in class we were reading this story and there was a name that jumped out at me. It completely blew my mind.”
“Completely.”
“Yes. Like itchangedhow I looked at that name, you know. And I think it’s very rare. I don’t think I’ve ever —”
“Fae.”
“What?”
“What the fuck is the name?”
“Right, okay. Listen to this: Miya. With a Y.”
I grin then.
Because isn’t it wonderful? Who would have thought?
I mean, you either go with Mia or Maya. But Miya with a Y is so exotic and different and as soon as I heard it, I knew I was going to name her Miya.
He hasn’t said anything though.
He’s simply looking at me with a blank face, leaning against the counter in his open-collared office shirt, his arms folded across his chest.
So I prompt him as I keep grinning because I can’t contain the excitement. “So? What do you think? Miya with a Y, huh? I think this has completely changed how we think of the name Mia.”
“No.”
“What?”
“It hasn’t completely changed how we think of the name Mia.”
“What, why?”
“Because we still think Mia is a shitty name.”
“Excuse me?”
“And adding a Y in is not going to change that.”
