"Our baby, Ted. Ours. Just think!"
I kissed her, and then she put my hand against her cheek. I leaned close and whispered things that made her smile.
"What shall we call it, Ted?"
"There is only one name for our baby—and that is Helen."
She looked wonderfully at me, her eyes shining.
"You want to call it that, Ted darling?"
I nodded and kissed her. The nurse entered.
"Time's up, Mr. Jevons. You can look in again after breakfast. I do believe you haven't seen the baby!"
Helen and I looked guiltily at each other. The nurse brought a tiny bundled-up object for my inspection.
"It doesn't look like either of us," I said, rather taken aback by its appearance.