Real Person // Keanu Reeves and Sandra Bullock // Building A Family (Three)
Title: Building A Family (Part Three)
Fandom: Real People
Characters: Keanu Reeves & Sandra Bullock
Prompt: 93. Crisis
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 2,591
Summary: A baby is born.
Author's Note: Ah, I don't know them. This is just how I think it should be.
The story of how Keanu's dream family from The Beach came to be.
When Keanu originally got the call from the nurse they‘d hired that Sandra had gone into labor, he thought there was no time to waste. Though he was right in the middle of a weight lifting in preparation for his next movie, where he would play a retired army sergeant, Keanu didn‘t care. After alerting his trainer of the urgent situation, he checked Kamea out of school and rushed to the hospital. He’d forgotten the small detail that for first time mothers, labor could take up to twelve hours, and the two were detained in the private waiting room until her condition changed.
Twice he’d gone in to see how she was, but the contractions tired out her aged body, and Sandra had barely the strength to give a faint smile and ask after Kamea. He felt a twinge of pride watching her gracefully push through each contraction, only a tight grimace on her face. He knew the pregnancy in general had been hard on her, and that she was grateful it was finally coming to end, no matter how painful that ending may be.
Gesine had come by to see her after getting a call from Keanu and had, thankfully, brought with her books and various toys to entertain a quickly bored Kamea. She stayed with them for a few hours, spending time with her sister, getting coffee for Keanu, and playing with Kamea. When it was time for her to leave, she offered to take Kamea back to the house with her and wait for news. Keanu was appreciative of the offer; he didn’t know how long the wait would be but knew Kamea would rather be at her aunt’s house then sitting in the hospital’s waiting room.
The two left Keanu to sit alone, flipping through backdated magazine issues and keeping his mind off the fact that he had been through this scenario once before. He called both their publicists, alerting them of the latest news and what hospital they were at so they could keep the media at bay. He flipped through the TV channels, finding nothing on that could hold his interest. Keanu even resorted to push-ups on the tile floor, since his daily training session had been interrupted by the call.
At around eleven o’clock at night, Sandra went into labor. It was the moment they’d been waiting nine months for. Keanu’s heart pumped into overdrive and his stomach lurched as soon as the nurse informed him of the news. He was more than prepared to be there in the delivery room with Sandra, to stand by her every step of the way. For the past … fourteen years? Sixteen? The number didn’t matter; the point was, for as long as the pair had known each other, they stood with each other. There wasn’t a momentous occasion, good or bad, that they hadn’t shared. Which was why Keanu got a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach when the doctor asked to see him.
“Mr. Reeves, there’s something I need to discuss with you that’s very important.” her youthful face, framed by a dark, stylish haircut, was grave.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, but he already knew. The baby was stillborn. It was happening all over again.
“The baby’s heartbeat isn’t what we’d like it to be. And it looks as though there’s going to be some complications. We need to know -- so we don’t delay things later -- if it is a choice between your wife and the baby, who you would want us to save.”
“Both,” he answered automatically.
“No, you see, sometimes we don’t have that luxury. Certain procedures we’d have to take for Sandra could harm or kill the baby. Going through with the labor at a certain point could mean death for her. We need to know who you want us to try and save.”
“Is this an issue right now?”
The doctor shook her head. “At this point, no. But given the baby’s heart rate and Sandra’s age, it’s something we need to confirm. I would ask Sandra --”
“You should.”
“But she’s weak from the harder contractions,” the doctor continued, ignoring the interruption, “and the drugs we’ve given to help with the pain have altered her decision making. So we need permission from the husband.”
Keanu opened his mouth to argue that he wasn’t the husband when a nurse quickly approached them.
“Doctor, she’s ready.”
The doctor looked at Keanu. “Mr. Reeves?”
He considered the options. He knew in a heartbeat Sandra would say the baby -- she wouldn’t be able to live knowing that their son or daughter’s life had been compromised for her own. But he couldn’t imagine life without her. She was his rock, his very soul, and without her, he didn’t know how he’d get through the day, let alone manage two children on his own. It would be as though had cut off a limb. Nothing would be there, but his body would still react and tingle as though the appendage still remained.
“The baby,” he said quietly, exhaling hard. “Save the baby.”
“Thank you.”
“Can I be there?” he asked quickly before she left.
“I’m afraid not.” in a flash, she was gone, and Keanu was once more left alone in the waiting room, hoping his words wouldn’t come back to haunt him later.
They hadn’t. The labor had been difficult, but both Sandra and the baby boy had come through. A nurse came in at around one o’clock in the morning to proudly inform Keanu of the news. The baby came out at an six pounds, a little lighter than normal, and 19 inches. He immediately wanted to see them both, of course, but that was when the smile fell from her face. The baby had emerged safely, but was struggling to breathe and already had a purplish tint to his face. They were taking care of the situation now, but it was advised that Keanu sit tight and wait until things were secure.
“I can’t even see Sandy?” he asked. With their baby in jeopardy, surely the doctor wouldn’t object to him visiting her.
“She’s resting now, but soon.” the nurse disappeared before Keanu could protest.
Restless, he paced the room for a few minutes, hoping that they would return soon. After a half hour passed he resigned to retreating to the bed the hospital had set up for him in an empty room. Lying there, he checked his cell phone, a contraption he would never have dreamed of getting if it hadn’t been for Sandra. She wanted him to be reachable at all times ever since they adopted Kamea. He fingered the small, black phone, tears stinging his eyes as he thought of his beloved.
They had come this far, and their relationship had survived every beating one could imagine -- separation, significant others, media hounds, marriage, divorce, adoption … would it weather the loss of a child? Keanu chided himself for being so pessimistic. The boy was a combination of he and Sandra -- surely the two’s perseverance and strength would mesh perfectly in him, allowing him to withstand any obstacle. But he couldn’t help but wonder. The death of Ava had slowly and painfully ripped he and Jennifer apart. Would the same occur with him and Sandra if they baby didn’t survive?
“Mr. Reeves?” he was startled by the presence of the nurse at the doorway. “You can come see your wife.”
Again he resisted in correcting her, instead slowly getting to his feet and following her down the hall to where Sandra awaited. As his sneakers carried him on auto pilot, Keanu mentally prepared himself. He wasn’t sure what sort of condition Sandra would be in. She sure wouldn’t be sitting up in bed, cracking jokes and shooting him that mischievous look of hers.
“How is she?” he asked, surprised by the raw, scratchy sound of his voice, as if it hadn’t been used in years.
“Well. Worried about the baby.”
“Is he … is he going to be okay?” They paused outside the door. Although the window was right next to Keanu’s face, he didn’t look inside. He focused on the nurse. She didn’t seem to enjoy his intense stare.
“I can’t answer that.” she muttered after a few moments of silence. Still not meeting his eyes, she opened the door and led him inside.
Sandra’s gynecologist, Dr. Stein, was standing beside her bed with a clipboard in her hand. Keanu slowly let his gaze move from the doctor to Sandra. He released a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding.
She didn’t look good. Her hair was dark from sweat and plastered to her head. Her cheeks were flushed from exertion; her eyes wet and red-rimmed. Sandra was lying against the pillows, almost blending in with her pale skin. Yet there was still a small spark in her eyes, a glint of Sandra hiding somewhere in the weary body.
“Mr. Reeves,” Dr. Stein acknowledged him. “I was just checking with Sandra and making sure that everything is okay. She is,” she added answering the question in his eyes.
“And the baby?” he asked as he walked over to Sandra’s side. He didn’t take her hand or kiss her forehead like he so badly wanted to. Keanu knew that the moment he touched her, after hours of waiting and worrying alone, he might break down in tears. So he settled for running his fingers along the cold bar that separated them.
“He’s on a breathing monitor, and he’s pretty tangled with tubes. He should be just fine, but he’s going to go home with the monitor, and probably stay on it for a couple months depending.”
“But it’s not going to affect his growth,” Sandra added in a croaky voice. Keanu glanced down at her with a smile.
“No,” Dr. Stein agreed, smiling also. “He won’t have any brain damage or physical limitations. Well, I’ll leave you two alone. Sandra, someone will come by with some medication for that headache.”
As the door fell close behind Dr. Stein and the nurse, Keanu fumbled with the bar’s latch before it released and he lowered it enough for him to sit on the bed. Sandra shifted over a little. It was evident from her drooping eyelids that she was exhausted, but she managed a smile for him.
“Hi,” she whispered. Keanu leaned forward and kissed her softly. Her lips were warm and sweaty, partially chapped from lack of fluids.
“Want some water?” he asked quietly, and she nodded gratefully. He poured her a small cup from the pitcher sitting on the nightstand. Sandra drank that cup plus another before she was satisfied. “How do you feel?”
“Tired. My body aches. I suddenly realize why my mother always wished the pain of labor on me whenever I was bad.” Sandra’s eyes filled with tears, and she didn’t try to shake them off. “I wish she was here for this.”
“I know.” he pushed strands of hair off her face, allowing her a moment to grieve for her lost mother.
“How’s Kamea?” she asked, once the tears had subsided.
“She’s fine; she went to your sister’s a long time ago. When I called she was asleep, so they’re going to tell her when she wakes up. Gesine says congratulations.”
“She’s going to be excited.”
“I know. I think she wanted this baby as much as we did.” the two laughed softly, remembering how Kamea had screamed with glee when they told her Sandra was pregnant.
“I was thinking about baby names. Now that we know that it’s a boy.”
They hadn’t wanted to know the sex of the baby, and they also agreed not to come up with any names until the baby was born. Keanu was bad at coming up with names, fearing that the wrong choice would haunt the kid forever. He also subconsciously worried about jinxing things; after all, he and Jennifer had come up with Ava before she was born. Sandra believed that if they settled on a name too early, somehow, it would be ruined for them and they would have to start all over again. ‘I want a name that fits him or her,’ she’d told Keanu. And so they waited. Not that it stopped their friends and family from sending them websites and books full of baby names.
“What did you have in mind?” so consumed with her and the baby’s safety, Keanu had forgotten all about it.
“Well, if we wanted to be traditional, we could name him after someone in our family. Maybe Samuel,” she said Keanu’s father’s name quickly, as if he might not remember who it belonged to.
“No. Not Samuel.”
“It’s a beautiful name.”
“We’re not naming him after my … dad.” Keanu said the word disgustedly.
“No one would know.”
“The media will make the connection, whether we intended it or not. And I don’t want him getting him any ideas that I want him in my life.”’
“All right. Well … how about Raymond? Or Nick?”
Keanu fell silent as he debated the names. He imagined spinning a child above his head, flicking the light off after a long day, whispering good night, throwing a ball, all the while considering what name spilled out of his lips the easiest. Neither one seem to fit, but he didn’t want to say anything until he had his own suggestion. He tried to remember the books they’d been given, if anything particularly stood out.
“I packed one of the baby books in my overnight bag,” Sandra told him. She could tell by the drawn out silence that Keanu didn‘t approve of the suggestions, but couldn‘t come up with his own. “I think the nurse put it in the bathroom. Go get it.”
Obediently Keanu rose and found the bag on the ground of the cramped bathroom. He rummaged through it for a minute before finding the book, proudly titled Name That BABY!!, and returned to Sandra’s side.
“The first half is baby names, and the second half is meanings, and what names have that meaning.” she explained.
“What should I look up?” Keanu skimmed the pages, the smell of new print itching his nose. “How about ‘lucky’, because he has us for parents?”
“Yeah. Go for it.” Sandra reached up and played with Keanu’s hair while he paged through the book. It was slick from not being washed in awhile, and her fingers slid through it. As she pulled her hand back Keanu took it in his own, lacing his fingers through hers and kissing the back of her hand.
“Lucky. Okay, the names are --” he fumbled for a moment, having to operate the book with one hand. “Asher, Eugene, Yuki, Wapi … okay, I can’t pronounce those … Edgard, Fortune, Ottoway? Who would name their kid these names? It’s terrible.”
“Why don’t you try the word … strong?”
“All right. But if we get more crazy names like Ottoway, I say we just settle on something simple like Eric.”
Sandra laughed. “Okay.”
Keanu thumbed forward, releasing Sandra’s hand to get a better handle on the pages. “Okay … strong. Anders, Arsen, Balint, Bogart --”
“That’s it,” she broke in.
“What? Bogart?!”
“No … Anders.” Sandra smiled happily.
“All right.” Keanu closed the book. “Anders Nathaniel Reeves.”
“Bullock Reeves. And where did Nathaniel come from?”
Keanu shrugged. “I’m not sure. It just sort of came to me.”
Sandra’s grin widened. “Anders Nathaniel Bullock-Reeves. I love it.”
Fandom: Real People
Characters: Keanu Reeves & Sandra Bullock
Prompt: 93. Crisis
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 2,591
Summary: A baby is born.
Author's Note: Ah, I don't know them. This is just how I think it should be.
The story of how Keanu's dream family from The Beach came to be.
When Keanu originally got the call from the nurse they‘d hired that Sandra had gone into labor, he thought there was no time to waste. Though he was right in the middle of a weight lifting in preparation for his next movie, where he would play a retired army sergeant, Keanu didn‘t care. After alerting his trainer of the urgent situation, he checked Kamea out of school and rushed to the hospital. He’d forgotten the small detail that for first time mothers, labor could take up to twelve hours, and the two were detained in the private waiting room until her condition changed.
Twice he’d gone in to see how she was, but the contractions tired out her aged body, and Sandra had barely the strength to give a faint smile and ask after Kamea. He felt a twinge of pride watching her gracefully push through each contraction, only a tight grimace on her face. He knew the pregnancy in general had been hard on her, and that she was grateful it was finally coming to end, no matter how painful that ending may be.
Gesine had come by to see her after getting a call from Keanu and had, thankfully, brought with her books and various toys to entertain a quickly bored Kamea. She stayed with them for a few hours, spending time with her sister, getting coffee for Keanu, and playing with Kamea. When it was time for her to leave, she offered to take Kamea back to the house with her and wait for news. Keanu was appreciative of the offer; he didn’t know how long the wait would be but knew Kamea would rather be at her aunt’s house then sitting in the hospital’s waiting room.
The two left Keanu to sit alone, flipping through backdated magazine issues and keeping his mind off the fact that he had been through this scenario once before. He called both their publicists, alerting them of the latest news and what hospital they were at so they could keep the media at bay. He flipped through the TV channels, finding nothing on that could hold his interest. Keanu even resorted to push-ups on the tile floor, since his daily training session had been interrupted by the call.
At around eleven o’clock at night, Sandra went into labor. It was the moment they’d been waiting nine months for. Keanu’s heart pumped into overdrive and his stomach lurched as soon as the nurse informed him of the news. He was more than prepared to be there in the delivery room with Sandra, to stand by her every step of the way. For the past … fourteen years? Sixteen? The number didn’t matter; the point was, for as long as the pair had known each other, they stood with each other. There wasn’t a momentous occasion, good or bad, that they hadn’t shared. Which was why Keanu got a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach when the doctor asked to see him.
“Mr. Reeves, there’s something I need to discuss with you that’s very important.” her youthful face, framed by a dark, stylish haircut, was grave.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, but he already knew. The baby was stillborn. It was happening all over again.
“The baby’s heartbeat isn’t what we’d like it to be. And it looks as though there’s going to be some complications. We need to know -- so we don’t delay things later -- if it is a choice between your wife and the baby, who you would want us to save.”
“Both,” he answered automatically.
“No, you see, sometimes we don’t have that luxury. Certain procedures we’d have to take for Sandra could harm or kill the baby. Going through with the labor at a certain point could mean death for her. We need to know who you want us to try and save.”
“Is this an issue right now?”
The doctor shook her head. “At this point, no. But given the baby’s heart rate and Sandra’s age, it’s something we need to confirm. I would ask Sandra --”
“You should.”
“But she’s weak from the harder contractions,” the doctor continued, ignoring the interruption, “and the drugs we’ve given to help with the pain have altered her decision making. So we need permission from the husband.”
Keanu opened his mouth to argue that he wasn’t the husband when a nurse quickly approached them.
“Doctor, she’s ready.”
The doctor looked at Keanu. “Mr. Reeves?”
He considered the options. He knew in a heartbeat Sandra would say the baby -- she wouldn’t be able to live knowing that their son or daughter’s life had been compromised for her own. But he couldn’t imagine life without her. She was his rock, his very soul, and without her, he didn’t know how he’d get through the day, let alone manage two children on his own. It would be as though had cut off a limb. Nothing would be there, but his body would still react and tingle as though the appendage still remained.
“The baby,” he said quietly, exhaling hard. “Save the baby.”
“Thank you.”
“Can I be there?” he asked quickly before she left.
“I’m afraid not.” in a flash, she was gone, and Keanu was once more left alone in the waiting room, hoping his words wouldn’t come back to haunt him later.
They hadn’t. The labor had been difficult, but both Sandra and the baby boy had come through. A nurse came in at around one o’clock in the morning to proudly inform Keanu of the news. The baby came out at an six pounds, a little lighter than normal, and 19 inches. He immediately wanted to see them both, of course, but that was when the smile fell from her face. The baby had emerged safely, but was struggling to breathe and already had a purplish tint to his face. They were taking care of the situation now, but it was advised that Keanu sit tight and wait until things were secure.
“I can’t even see Sandy?” he asked. With their baby in jeopardy, surely the doctor wouldn’t object to him visiting her.
“She’s resting now, but soon.” the nurse disappeared before Keanu could protest.
Restless, he paced the room for a few minutes, hoping that they would return soon. After a half hour passed he resigned to retreating to the bed the hospital had set up for him in an empty room. Lying there, he checked his cell phone, a contraption he would never have dreamed of getting if it hadn’t been for Sandra. She wanted him to be reachable at all times ever since they adopted Kamea. He fingered the small, black phone, tears stinging his eyes as he thought of his beloved.
They had come this far, and their relationship had survived every beating one could imagine -- separation, significant others, media hounds, marriage, divorce, adoption … would it weather the loss of a child? Keanu chided himself for being so pessimistic. The boy was a combination of he and Sandra -- surely the two’s perseverance and strength would mesh perfectly in him, allowing him to withstand any obstacle. But he couldn’t help but wonder. The death of Ava had slowly and painfully ripped he and Jennifer apart. Would the same occur with him and Sandra if they baby didn’t survive?
“Mr. Reeves?” he was startled by the presence of the nurse at the doorway. “You can come see your wife.”
Again he resisted in correcting her, instead slowly getting to his feet and following her down the hall to where Sandra awaited. As his sneakers carried him on auto pilot, Keanu mentally prepared himself. He wasn’t sure what sort of condition Sandra would be in. She sure wouldn’t be sitting up in bed, cracking jokes and shooting him that mischievous look of hers.
“How is she?” he asked, surprised by the raw, scratchy sound of his voice, as if it hadn’t been used in years.
“Well. Worried about the baby.”
“Is he … is he going to be okay?” They paused outside the door. Although the window was right next to Keanu’s face, he didn’t look inside. He focused on the nurse. She didn’t seem to enjoy his intense stare.
“I can’t answer that.” she muttered after a few moments of silence. Still not meeting his eyes, she opened the door and led him inside.
Sandra’s gynecologist, Dr. Stein, was standing beside her bed with a clipboard in her hand. Keanu slowly let his gaze move from the doctor to Sandra. He released a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding.
She didn’t look good. Her hair was dark from sweat and plastered to her head. Her cheeks were flushed from exertion; her eyes wet and red-rimmed. Sandra was lying against the pillows, almost blending in with her pale skin. Yet there was still a small spark in her eyes, a glint of Sandra hiding somewhere in the weary body.
“Mr. Reeves,” Dr. Stein acknowledged him. “I was just checking with Sandra and making sure that everything is okay. She is,” she added answering the question in his eyes.
“And the baby?” he asked as he walked over to Sandra’s side. He didn’t take her hand or kiss her forehead like he so badly wanted to. Keanu knew that the moment he touched her, after hours of waiting and worrying alone, he might break down in tears. So he settled for running his fingers along the cold bar that separated them.
“He’s on a breathing monitor, and he’s pretty tangled with tubes. He should be just fine, but he’s going to go home with the monitor, and probably stay on it for a couple months depending.”
“But it’s not going to affect his growth,” Sandra added in a croaky voice. Keanu glanced down at her with a smile.
“No,” Dr. Stein agreed, smiling also. “He won’t have any brain damage or physical limitations. Well, I’ll leave you two alone. Sandra, someone will come by with some medication for that headache.”
As the door fell close behind Dr. Stein and the nurse, Keanu fumbled with the bar’s latch before it released and he lowered it enough for him to sit on the bed. Sandra shifted over a little. It was evident from her drooping eyelids that she was exhausted, but she managed a smile for him.
“Hi,” she whispered. Keanu leaned forward and kissed her softly. Her lips were warm and sweaty, partially chapped from lack of fluids.
“Want some water?” he asked quietly, and she nodded gratefully. He poured her a small cup from the pitcher sitting on the nightstand. Sandra drank that cup plus another before she was satisfied. “How do you feel?”
“Tired. My body aches. I suddenly realize why my mother always wished the pain of labor on me whenever I was bad.” Sandra’s eyes filled with tears, and she didn’t try to shake them off. “I wish she was here for this.”
“I know.” he pushed strands of hair off her face, allowing her a moment to grieve for her lost mother.
“How’s Kamea?” she asked, once the tears had subsided.
“She’s fine; she went to your sister’s a long time ago. When I called she was asleep, so they’re going to tell her when she wakes up. Gesine says congratulations.”
“She’s going to be excited.”
“I know. I think she wanted this baby as much as we did.” the two laughed softly, remembering how Kamea had screamed with glee when they told her Sandra was pregnant.
“I was thinking about baby names. Now that we know that it’s a boy.”
They hadn’t wanted to know the sex of the baby, and they also agreed not to come up with any names until the baby was born. Keanu was bad at coming up with names, fearing that the wrong choice would haunt the kid forever. He also subconsciously worried about jinxing things; after all, he and Jennifer had come up with Ava before she was born. Sandra believed that if they settled on a name too early, somehow, it would be ruined for them and they would have to start all over again. ‘I want a name that fits him or her,’ she’d told Keanu. And so they waited. Not that it stopped their friends and family from sending them websites and books full of baby names.
“What did you have in mind?” so consumed with her and the baby’s safety, Keanu had forgotten all about it.
“Well, if we wanted to be traditional, we could name him after someone in our family. Maybe Samuel,” she said Keanu’s father’s name quickly, as if he might not remember who it belonged to.
“No. Not Samuel.”
“It’s a beautiful name.”
“We’re not naming him after my … dad.” Keanu said the word disgustedly.
“No one would know.”
“The media will make the connection, whether we intended it or not. And I don’t want him getting him any ideas that I want him in my life.”’
“All right. Well … how about Raymond? Or Nick?”
Keanu fell silent as he debated the names. He imagined spinning a child above his head, flicking the light off after a long day, whispering good night, throwing a ball, all the while considering what name spilled out of his lips the easiest. Neither one seem to fit, but he didn’t want to say anything until he had his own suggestion. He tried to remember the books they’d been given, if anything particularly stood out.
“I packed one of the baby books in my overnight bag,” Sandra told him. She could tell by the drawn out silence that Keanu didn‘t approve of the suggestions, but couldn‘t come up with his own. “I think the nurse put it in the bathroom. Go get it.”
Obediently Keanu rose and found the bag on the ground of the cramped bathroom. He rummaged through it for a minute before finding the book, proudly titled Name That BABY!!, and returned to Sandra’s side.
“The first half is baby names, and the second half is meanings, and what names have that meaning.” she explained.
“What should I look up?” Keanu skimmed the pages, the smell of new print itching his nose. “How about ‘lucky’, because he has us for parents?”
“Yeah. Go for it.” Sandra reached up and played with Keanu’s hair while he paged through the book. It was slick from not being washed in awhile, and her fingers slid through it. As she pulled her hand back Keanu took it in his own, lacing his fingers through hers and kissing the back of her hand.
“Lucky. Okay, the names are --” he fumbled for a moment, having to operate the book with one hand. “Asher, Eugene, Yuki, Wapi … okay, I can’t pronounce those … Edgard, Fortune, Ottoway? Who would name their kid these names? It’s terrible.”
“Why don’t you try the word … strong?”
“All right. But if we get more crazy names like Ottoway, I say we just settle on something simple like Eric.”
Sandra laughed. “Okay.”
Keanu thumbed forward, releasing Sandra’s hand to get a better handle on the pages. “Okay … strong. Anders, Arsen, Balint, Bogart --”
“That’s it,” she broke in.
“What? Bogart?!”
“No … Anders.” Sandra smiled happily.
“All right.” Keanu closed the book. “Anders Nathaniel Reeves.”
“Bullock Reeves. And where did Nathaniel come from?”
Keanu shrugged. “I’m not sure. It just sort of came to me.”
Sandra’s grin widened. “Anders Nathaniel Bullock-Reeves. I love it.”