Jack.

I've started to call him Jack.

I don't know why exactly but one day I was talking to God and I prayed for "Jack."
Hmm. If Jack isn't a Jack, I don't know what I'll do... Jill? Well, no, because that would remind me of the Mother Goose rhyme, "Jack and Jill," which would be bad because it isn't a innocent tale. No, it is about beer and that just won't do. I have yet to tell Mother... Don't think I will, to be honest. If she finds out, swell, if not... I'll tell her afterwards.
I didn't find out about Jack until later this summer. He woke me up one morning -- Mother surprising me with him. I couldn't quite rejoice for this creature yet I wasn't angry either. "Really?! Cool. When?" I'm sad to say that was my reaction and, to quote my Philosophy teacher, I was having "mental accidents" the whole 10 seconds.
Time passed from those chaotic thoughts and now I have come to love Jack. I'm honestly excited to see him. Scared too of course. Especially if Jack isn't a Jack. But that is to be expected I guess. All of these thoughts started coming up again when I went to see some photos... Mother was in them. With Jack. Mother was home again and without letting me know. Now, I realize I'm not the gate keeper of our small "town," but it still stung when I find things out someway other than word of mouth or hand. This incedent is what brought on these scribbles and jots. Who really wants to read paragraphs of one persons' mind without any dialog or action? I guess that is what all this is, huh? Anyway, Jack. I wonder what he'll be like when I see him. Brown hair? Blonde? Cry really loud or just smile at the world. What would it be like if I had a Jack? I know I wouldn't yet but someday I hope to... but then I think about everything and come to realize I'd rather a Xander or Aiden. Yes, Aiden.