She named him David. Not for any particular reason, she just always liked that name. Later on she heard the parents discuss the name James Juniour, and her heart broke as she realised that, despite giving him life, he was not hers to name, know, raise, kiss, hug.
But she loved him. All her life she loved him as David James Juniour. Her boy.
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