"I know how you are with names," she said. "But you always remembered mine." She hooked an arm around his and started walking with him along the path.
"My father is just a name on a sheet of paper," she explained. "I never knew him and Ivan was the only father I ever knew." She pushed the thoughts about Ivan and his health back. She didn't want to ruin the mood.
"What about naming the baby after you if it's a boy? Either a junior or even your middle name."
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