Lyra's POV

I've had months to think about the baby's name, but the moment that precious little bundle of joy was placed in my trembling arms, only one came out of my mouth.

“Kenny,” I glanced up at the midwife that handed him to me, “I’ll name him Kenny,” the name had flowed so naturally from my lips like it was just waiting to bounce off my tongue. The midwife scrunched her nose disapprovingly, then shrugged without comment.

But I hardly noticed her.

Kenny had completely ...