Hi,
For those of you visiting my blog this is day 26, the last day of the A to Z Blogging
Challenge. Today’s corresponding letter is “Z”
Today I chose the names Zac and Zabel. Zac is a pretty common name, but
Zabel caught my attention because it is a different take on the name Isabel.
Hope you all have enjoyed this month’s post. I know I have
enjoyed the writing and gotten many ideas from the names I’ve used. If my
imagination takes off on a few of these I’ll be thrilled. If not, then I hope
at least one or two of you fellow writers who visited might gain some spark.
Enjoy today’s post and remember to let your imagination soar
when you read.
Have a great day.
Julia
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Zabel pushed the stray twig of hair behind her ear. The ear
he loved to nibble on while curled up watching a movie. There’d been few of
those nights as of late. His internship kept him busy, just like her new baker
did her. They were due for a long weekend away, just the two of them.
“Zac,” Zabel threw the paper at him, “are you listening to
me?”
He shook his head and grinned. “Your beauty is distracting
me.” I stood and moved so I stood over here. “What was my woman going on about when
she should’ve been in my lap giving me some attention.”
“Attention! I think that’s what got us into the situation I
was telling you about.”
Her words had me taking a couple of steps back. Those words
stung him, but he knew the two of them hadn’t been in an argument recently,
they’ not seen each other much. Last time they’d both been off work for an
entire day they’d spent it in bed. Ignored the phone and all. He got a chewing
out from his mom over that, until he told her that if they didn’t spend time
together she’d never get grandchildren. Not that the two of them where worried
too much about having kids. They were both so busy it was unreal.
“I said . . .” she held her hand, “look.”
He glanced down at the long slender plastic stick. “What’s .
. . Oh my! Really?”
“Yes, your mom’s getting her wish.”
“Shit! Shoot. I can’t be cussing anymore.” He dropped to his
knees and laid a hand over her flat belly. “We’re having a kid?”
“We are.”
