All That Remains

He found no razor. She’d noticed him scratching his cheeks and jaw unhappily every now and again.

By the time his watch told them it was midday, he’d filled several jars with rainwater. Finally, he hung a white sheet out the window again as a signal, the way she had…was it only yesterday?

While she nursed Cupcake again, Alec spread two of the three quilts atop their pallet.

“So, I think it’s time I give Cupcake a real name. Before she starts kindergarten and the other kids make fun of her.”

Alec grinned, as she’d expected he would. She loved his smiles, each and every one of them. The corners of those blue eyes crinkled, the creases in his lean cheeks deepened and the sense that smiles came rarely for him warmed something inside her.

“Might be a plan.”

Cupcake’s mouth slipped from her breast and Wren decided she had to change her diaper-slash-outfit. Alec saw what she was doing and picked out a man’s white T-shirt which he deftly ripped so that they could pass one fold between the baby’s legs and then tie it over her tummy. Wren had to laugh when she saw the final result. Cupcake gazed fuzzily at her as if bemused by the sound.

“The latest in baby wear.”

“Yeah. Maybe we should go into business.”

“Well…we could advertise in survivalists’ magazines.”

He gave a hearty laugh. “I could submit one of those housekeeping tips to them, too. Multiple uses for canning jars.”

Wren laughed, too, feeling ridiculously happy. Hungry, yes, but still happy.

“I want to name her after you.” Ignoring his stunned expression, she suggested, “Alexa? Only that’s not quite right. Alisha? Why didn’t you have one of those convenient names that’s easily convertible to a female version? Like Robert to Roberta, or…”

“Edwin to Edwina? What a hideous thought.”

She wrinkled her nose. “Definitely not Edwina. That sounds like my grandmother or something.”

“I had a Great-Aunt Edwina. Also a Great-Aunt Pearl.”