Promised (The Promised Series)

stare that clearly states not to try me.
    “Fine! She had friends that went to school with us, but they all dropped out. Most of them dropped a few years ago, including her brothers; they all dropped too. The youngest would’ve graduated last year, I believe, but he quit when he was around fourteen or fifteen. I’m honestly surprised she’s still in school. Her last friend, a girl named Dani, dropped at the beginning of last year.”
    “How the hell can a big group of students all drop out and have no one care?” I ask stunned.
    “Dude, they’re Romani.” Nate says, thinking that explains everything.
    “Romani?”
    “Gypsies.” Nate clarifies.
    “Are you pulling my leg?”
    “No, Linc. Wyn is a gypsy as in the kind you see on those documentaries on TLC. Big, puffy, blinged out dresses and all.”

Chapter 2 – Wyn
    ~The Black Sheep of the Family~
    “Dani?” I call out, knocking on the door to my sister-in-law’s, who also happens to be my best-friend, travel trailer.
    “I’m in the bedroom, Wyn. Come on back.” She replies.
    I walk the short distance to the back of the trailer where the bedroom is located. Dani is sitting on the bed folding onesies and placing them into neat stacks in a wicker laundry basket. Her red hair is pulled up into a messy bun on top of her head, and she’s wearing black yoga pants and a tight fitting, red tank top that shows off her tiny, pregnant belly.
    “So, when will we know if I’m having a niece or a nephew?” I ask, sitting on the edge of the bed and grabbing up a onesie to fold.
    “The ultrasound is in three weeks.” She tells me.
    “Do I get to go with you?” I ask, placing the onesie on the stack in the basket and grabbing another.
    “I wouldn’t have it any other way. I think Adam is going to take off and go too.” Dani tells me, smiling from ear to ear. All Dani has ever wanted since we were little girls running around my parent’s front yard, was to be a wife and a mother. And she always knew she wanted my brother Adam to be the man in that perfect life. Adam didn’t realize Dani was the “end all, be all” for him until sometime last January. But once he realized it, he didn’t waste any time. He had his ring on her finger and her last name changed by April. They found out in September that they are expecting their first child and they’ve both been over the moon ever since.
    “I think he’s more excited to find out the sex than either of us.” I return my friend’s smile.
    “He’s so convinced we’re having a boy that he’s already picked out a name; he won’t even discuss girl names.” She says, rolling her eyes.
    “So what name has he chosen?” I ask.
    “Clayton Allan.” She tells me.
    “He’s not giving his child a name that starts with A? Complete blasphemy!” I tease. In my family, everyone’s name begins with an A except for my mother. My father is Allan (Al). Then there are my brothers: Aidan, Aldon, Alec, Aaron, and Adam. Finally, there’s little ole me, Arwyn. So Adam not going with the family tradition of choosing an A name might cause an uproar in our tight knit clan.
    “I know.” She sighs. “I warned him what that decision might cause, but you know how these men can be.”
    “I’m proud of Adam for not giving into the family on this. Dani, you should be free to choose whatever baby name you want without having to worry about what my family might say.”
    “Even so, it’s tradition.” Dani states firmly.
    “So have you thought about girl names? Since my brother is being a stubborn butt.”
    “If we do have a girl, I’d like to name her Alana Arwyn.” She says, watching closely for my reaction.
    I, of course, don’t disappoint. I set the onesie down and throw my arms around her, giving her a hug. “You want to name your baby after me!”
    “The middle name and only if the baby is a girl.” Dani laughs as she hugs me back.
    “Still, you are willing to permanently scar your baby with the same name as her black sheep aunt. I think that’s a big deal.” I pull back and smile at her.
    “You are not the black sheep of the family.” Dani scowls at me.
    “I’m not married.” I state.
    “There are several Romani girls not married yet.” She replies firmly.
    “I’m still in school.” I fire off another reason why I’m the black sheep.
    “Well...” She can’t come up with a response to that so she sucks in her bottom lip and nibbles on the corner.
    “It’s ok Dani; I know that I’m the