Mother
“Víctor.”
“Yes?” he answered mechanically as he tensed; delicate topics could only grow in crescendo.
“If you ever have babies, and one of them is a boy, would you name it Blue?”
“Blue?”
“As a name.”
“But Blue is not a name for a person,” he repeated, feeling himself at the beginning of the conversation again.
“But I like it,” she argued, tenacious, like every time she made a decision she was fully convinced of.
“You like very weird things.”
“Ana is weird and you like her.”
“Ana is weird?” Víctor was surprised, he did not thought his girlfriend had any particular weirdness at all; the fact was that he actually considered her to be excessively ordinary.
“Yes.”
“Wow…” he did not want to ask the nature of such an assertion.
“So, are you going to name your baby Blue?”
“I’ll have to ask Ana.”
“Why?” the girl’s utter surprise tone pleased Víctor.
“The baby’s mother should have an opinion, shouldn’t she?”
“But I don’t want you to have babies with Ana,” Cristina was horrified, she did not know his brother’s girlfriend but she was sure she would not like her, she was not appropriate for him, her brother, her constant and pillar, who deserved more, so much more, someone unique, exceptional, like him; someone absolute.
“Why?”
“I don’t like Ana.”
“You don’t know her. Also, I’m the one who has to like her.”
“Do you love her?”
“I don’t know,” that he had asked himself more than once, but he also did not sense from her any specially stirring behaviour.
“But she’s your girlfriend.”
“Yeah. But that comes with time. Would your rather she wasn’t?”
“Yes. I want you to have a boyfriend named Blue.”
“Well, that’s not going to happen,” he repeated once more.
“Because you like girls.”
“Yes…”
“You’re weird too,” sentenced the girl with a firmer tone than him.
“Well, thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” she articulated while smiling with her mouth full of bread and cheese, not even waiting for the last chunks Víctor had just removed from the fire to cool down.