Turning Point (A Reaching Out Novel)

Chapter Ninety-Nine

Allana's Perspective

" Dad! " I said as soon as I saw him enter the room.

He smiled and planted a kiss on my cheek.

" I'm sorry I came a little bit late, I was told that the Ro-Harry's side of the family has to come first."

" Ah. " Harry said as he hugged my father.

" Where is Brad? And Sam? " I asked

" On their way up. " he said

I nodded.

" Can I see? " he said

I smiled and handed him my son.

" Congratulations. " he said

" Thanks. " I said

Harry held my hand.

" Blue and grey. " I heard my father say.

" Yes. " I said

Harry and I looked at him.

" Harry do you have two different eye colors? " Dad asked

" Uh, no. Blue. Just blue. " Harry answered.

" Allana? " he asked

" I do. Yes, one grey and one of earth colors. " I answered.

" Ever since you were born? " he asked

" Yes, Dad. " I think.

" Really? I thought you always had grey ones. Didn't you have a lot of accidents? " he asked.

" I've had too much accidents. " I said

" I-you didn't have two different eye colors before"

" Dad,-" I said

Harry opened his phone.

" She did. " Harry said

" You two started taking pictures together, after her first major accident. " Dad said

" Hey! " Brad said as he entered.

" Bradford! " I said

" Sis! Congratulations! " he said as he hugged me.

" Thanks. " I said

" Can I see? " he said

Dad handed my son to him.

" Hello, nephew. " he said

I smiled.

" Woah, blue and grey. " he said

Brad immediately looked at my eyes.

" Have you always had two different eye colors? " he asked

" I-honestly, Brad, look at your eyes. " I said, after noticing his eyes and handed him a mirror.

He handed me my son back.

" See? Dad, both Brad and I have different eye colors. " I said

" This has to be genetic. " he said

" Dad, I think Mum had different eye colors. " I said

He closed his eyes.

" I have been making this such a big issue. Let's just drop it. " he said; he obviously was pained about talking about Mum.

Brad nodded.

" Have you had any ideas on what are you going to call him? " Brad asked

" Uh-" I looked at Harry.

" We had. But it is still-" Harry said

" I understand. Naming my son, Louis, it was hard."

Harry and I nodded.

I think Brad did find it hard, because his son is named Louis Kavanagh. Just that, no middle names.

Not that I hate him for it.

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At about eight in the evening, we had the hospital room to ourselves.

I was also told that my son is to stay here, not anymore in the nursery room.

Which is good, I cannot get enough of him.

I sighed.

" What do you want to do? " Harry asked me.

" What? " I asked

" We'll be leaving the hospital tomorrow, what do you want to do? "

" Tomorrow? "

" Yes. Have you seen the news? " he asked

" Nope. "

" They've already had the gun salutes, and everything. I mean, the streets are lining up with blue stuff. "

" Huh? "

" Ribbons, lights. You know, like the ones they had for George. "

" Ah! Yes, I thought the streets are oozing blue liquid. "

He smiled.

" We'll meet your Grandmother tomorrow? " I asked

He nodded.

" That's why we have to have at least a list of names that we would want to call our son. "

I smiled.

He smiled.

" It's weird, huh? " I asked

" Definitely needs a lot of getting used to. "

" We've only been with him for like a day. "

" Yes, and we have all our lives to get used to it. "

He sat on my bed and held my hand.

" We have to brainstorm. " he said

" Yes, we do. "