QUOTE : Do you have a name for this handsome addition to the family?” the paramedic asked as her partner packed up their gear. “I think so.” Amy smiled at Haley. She knew that Haley’s father had been a fireman and that he’d died in the World Trade Center. “What was your dad’s name, Haley?” The other woman blinked. “My dad?” “It’s because of him that you became a nurse, right? So, it’s because of him that you were able to help me today. What was his name?” Haley looked overwhelmed and Damon slid his arm around her shoulders. “You don’t have to do that,” she whispered, her tears rising. “I want to.” Haley swallowed. “Michael,” she admitted, her voice hoarse. “Michael.” Amy realized only a little too late that this could have ended badly, if he’d had a name she didn’t like. She tickled her son’s chin. “Well, Michael, how does that name suit you?” He stirred a little and Amy could almost imagine that he nodded approval