"Bellamy?" Rigby sounded the name out softly, his mind churning over what he could match that with. His son was simply so beautiful, nothing he came up with seemed to do the boy justice. But after a few moments of staring into the childs eyes, Rigby finally stood a little straighter, his shoulders straight and proud as he spoke, "Breccan. Thats my sunshine. Breccan." The name already made his heart swell. It was his baby. And he had gotten to pick the name.
Bane truly was blessing him.
