JIUSEY CURRIE
As I walked the mile to my husband's work, I was careful not to slip on the ice. It was brutally cold that Thursday afternoon. I had talked to my mother earlier, and she tried to convince me not to go out on this particular evening as it was practically a blizzard. She said I'd have to be crazy being 8 months pregnant to even get out of bed, especially since I'd gained over sixty pounds. However, nothing was going to stop me from meeting my husband so that we could go out for coffee. We did that quite regularly, but tonight was especially important, I wanted to once and for all decide on a name for our unborn son.
At Tim Horton's, we were lucky to get a seat; the place was packed. Cameron and I took a seat next to the window. The snow lit up the sky so beautifully, I wished I'd had a camera. We sipped our coffees slow and barely said a word, I think mainly because we already knew what the other was thinking: "The baby's coming and we're not ready."
But I knew we would make good parents. Cameron knew it too. However, it had been just the two of us for so long; we were definitely going to have to get our butts in gear. I could see the panic on Cameron's face, and I think he could see it on mine. At that moment he grabbed my hand and smiled and said, "Guess what?"
"What?" I said, smiling back.
"I like the name Gavin."
"Oh," I said, after about a 15 second pause. "Yeah, Gavin's a great name!"