"What will his name be?" He had asked before, with his arms wrapped around her waist.
"Zachary." She'd murmured back as she put a hand on his, both resting on the bump. His lips touched her cheek softly for a moment.
"Are you sure?" A different voice now asked, calling her back to the present, "Ms. Velia, are you sure?"
She looked up at the unfamiliar face in front of her. The sleeping baby lay quietly wrapped in her arms. The other hand that had comforted her before was no longer there where it should have been.
The social worker handed her a pen. She signed the forms.
This was for the best.