(Wisdom): That’s alright Mr. Parker…you rest up. You’re gonna need your strength in the morning…trust me.
She pulls her laptop up and checks her e-mail. It seems like the editor at People Magazine had sent them a proof of the interview and a selection of photos for them to select what they thought might be the better shots. Wisdom quickly scans through the photos then heads right to the editorial and begins reading. Everything is familiar since it was just days ago, a few tweaks here and there but nothing of significance. What she was really interested in was the middle of the interview where Butch had joined her. She re-positions her pillow, and sits up straight in bed as she reads with excitement, careful not to disturb Butch’s sleep, although he tends to sleep quite heavily in the days following big matches. She scans down the interview…
(People Magazine): So…moment of truth mom and dad. What’s this little cuties name?
Butch and Wisdom look at one another and smile. He gives her a little nod for her to go ahead. She looks down at their daughter cradled in her arms, Butch’s own arm wrapped around her, then looks up with a loving smile.
(Wisdom): Evina…Evina Vanora Parker.
(People Magazine): What a beautiful name?
There’s nothing but pride on Butch’s face as he gazes at her.
(Butch): I wanted something that would keep her connected to her Scottish heritage, and Wisdom was adamant about wanting something that wasn’t too common, or too out there like some people name their kids.
(Wisdom): To each their own, but I was not naming our daughter after a state, or a fruit, or a color, or some gaudy thing she’d have to live with the rest of her life. She’s beautiful, and deserves a beautiful name. I know my name seems to fit that bill, but there’s a story to it. I always wanted for my child, the same my parents wanted for me. When I was born hospitals used to keep you in almost a week, now it’s just a day or so and you go home. Long story short…there was a tree next to the window of my mom’s room at the hospital, and apparently this owl would come and sit on a branch and look in every. You know how owls are associated with wisdom bla bla bla…well, you can imagine how the rest played out.
Wisdom stops reading, shuts her laptop and looks over at the Evina’s crib across from their bed. She turns towards Butch and tucks herself into the crevices of his body, wrapping an arm around him and goes to sleep as the scene fades to black.
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