"Lucille?" Sammie questions. "How did my name get to be Samantha

"There's a story behind that too," I inform her

"What is it?" She asks.

"Dallas!" I yelled as I ran through his house. "Dallas!"

I find him on the ground with a beer bottle next to him and I drop to my knees shaking him, "Dallas! Dallas! Wake up! Dallas!"

I bend down and cheek for a pulse....

Nothing.

My face pales and I run outside screaming off the top of my lungs, "help! Help! Help me!"

A few people rush outside and I pull them inside ordering around until the ambulance comes and drives him away, but it feels like it took forever.

I look over at my daughter, "I can remember looking at the clock and reading 1:23 after I came back in. I stayed with Dally the whole time, but there was this one girl named Annie who was running away making sure everybody was helping while she tried to keep me calm. I can remember looking down at Dally and sobbing as I yelled his name. I can remember looking at the clock after what seemed like hours and reading 1:27. I can remember sobbing and Annie being the one who whipped my tears away. The ambulance didn't come until 1:31, but it felt like hours."

"So how did Sammie come to be my name," my daughter named Sammie smiles.

I shrug "I mean I loved the name before, but...I don't know, the stories not over yet."

I waited at the hospital that day. After hours and hours of waiting, I had to move. I couldn't take it anymore. I finally got up and walked over to the babies. I looked around, but one particular baby caught my eye. She was asleep wrapped in a burgundy blanket, the only one with a burgundy one. She was hugging a stuffed owl. She had tussles of jet black hair, her face was pale. Her lips were a pale pink and eye lashes were blonde. Then she opened her eyes to expose these big, bold, blue eyes and at just a few hours old it seemed like she was peering through my soul. It felt as if she could just see right through me. She had already seemed confident as she snuggled with her owl before closing her blue eyes once again.

I just stare at this little girl until a nurse with bleach blonde wavy hair walks over to me, "which baby is yours?"

I look over to her, "oh, none, today at least."

She looks at my stomach and gasps, "oh you're expecting! I never would of guessed. How many months?"

"Just a few weeks, if that," I inform her.

She nods, "it's wonderful, isn't it."

I nod back before looking back at that little girl, "hey, I hate asking, but that little girl in the burgundy blanket, what's her name."

The girl smiles, "oh, her. We actually share the same name, Samantha, but most people call me Sammie, her parents were calling her Sammie today."

I nod, "oh."

"Her parents are kind of young," She informs. "The mom is fifteen and the dad is seventeen. The dad has blonde hair and blue eyes. The mom has black hair and dark brown eyes. I guess she got two great traits."

I nod, "she's beautiful, but so are you."

"Must be with the name," she smirks before walking away confidently.

I looked down at the floor as I smiled before muttering, "Sammie."

It was stupid, but I thought to myself if Dallas pulls through then my baby will be his baby girl and her name will be Sammie. If he pulled through, it was meant to be.
***
I was passed out on the chair when I heard a familiar voice, "hello, ma'am."

My eyes shot open to see Sammie standing in front of me and I jumped up, "oh Sammie. Hi."

"Hey," she smiles as she sits next to me. "You know, I never got your name."

"Avery," I chuckle.

She smiles, "I like that, it sounds-"

"Like I'm a stuck up bitch," I sigh.

She shakes her head, "elegant and beautiful."

"Wish I was elegant and beautiful, I think only Sammie's get that," I sigh as I look at my feet.

"It takes a while to be confident," Sammie informs me.

I shrug, "well I hope my baby is as pretty, elegant, and beautiful as you Sammie."

She smiles, "thanks Avery. I would love to stay and chat, but I got work to do."

I nod slowly, "I understand."

As she walked away I watched her with a smile on my face. I put my hand on my stomach and whispered, "I think I'll name you Sammie, so you'll never be insecure. Therefore you'll never feel ashamed of yourself or think you're ugly. You'll be elegant, beautiful, and confident, just like a Sammie is."

I go to lay back down, but Sammie walks back into the room, "all people for Dallas Winston."

I stand up, "hey."

She smiles, "lets go Avery."

I follow closely in Sammie's foot steps, "so, Sammie what's the story of your name?"

"Well..." she smiles widely. "My mother gave me the name based off of her favorite childhood show. Sammie was stunning, my mother would tell me. She wanted me to be gifted with beauty just like Sammie. Although I would of looked very different from Sammie. She has dark, dark, brown hair that was pin straight and bright green eyes. Nobody in either sides of my family had brown hair or straight hair for that matter. Also I was either gonna get brown eyes or blue eyes. Well my mother admired Sammie. What's your child gonna be named?"

I shrug, "I'm not sure yet."

She nods as she opens a door exposing Dallas Winston  laying on a bed annoyed. He looks over at me and smiles, "hey Ava, I heard you saved my life."

"It was nothing," I smile as I walk over to him.

Sammie looks over to me, "I'm gonna leave you too alone. Later Ava."

"Bye Sammie," I smile as she leaves.

Dally looks at me, "Sammie?"

"Sammie," I smile as I place my hand on my stomach. "Sammie."

It was that moment that I knew if my child was a girl, her name would be Samantha and for a boy Samuel.  

So, what do you guys think of the story behind her daughter's name? Stay gold. Do it for Johnny!
-Beth