“He’s so beautiful.” She was half-crying, half-smiling as the adoption personnel gently handed the sleeping infant into her waiting arms. He was so small and so soft and dear Merlin, she had only laid eyes on him for mere seconds but she already knew that she loved him. He looked so perfect that it hurt, in a very good way.

“Did…did she say anything about his name?” She asked, pertaining to the baby’s biological mother.

The personnel nodded. “She would like it if you somehow use the name Lewis.”

Sniffling, Beatrice cuddled the baby closer to her bosom. “Tamlin Lewis…”