"No!" Jennifer's face fell. "Not another one! Get him out of there!"
"Oliver . . ."
"Yes—Emma," he said. "I like it. Why Emma?"
"My grandmother's name was Emma." Jennifer was smiling again.
"Sure," Oliver said, "I like it. What if it's a boy?"
"I don't know," she said. "My father's name is Gene."
"How about Frisco?"
"Frisco? But that's a place, not a person . . ."
"Nakano. Nakano Prescott, now there's a name."
"I don't know." Jennifer's hands went protectively to her belly. "Nak?
Naky?"