Page 88 of Caught in Us
I spin around to kiss him, needing to taste his lips. “I love you,” I whisper against his mouth.
“And I love you.” He hugs me close as I bury my face into his chest. We stand there, a sticky, sweaty mess and simply hold each other, memorizing this perfect moment. “Oh, shit.” Chase’s body shakes with laughter. “Alicia?” He pulls back to meet my gaze.
“What?”
“You named our child Matthew,” he says plainly.
I cock my head, confused.Why is he bringing this up?“I wanted him to have a piece of you, even if he never met you.”
“I want him to have my last name too, even if we don’t get married?”
“Oh. Um.” I like that he wants Matthew to carry his name. And marriage? The idea doesn’t scare me, even if I’d like to wait a little longer. “Are we already there?”
Chase grins, stroking my cheek. “I want him to take my last name.” He pauses, waiting for me to catch on. “But, Matthew Matthews? That’s a serial killer name.”
A giggle leaves my mouth. “Shit.”
“We could hyphenate?” Chase winces as if picturing it.
“Matthew Martin-Matthews.” I shake my head, a real laugh bubbling from my belly. “He’s never going to survive middle school.”
Chase bursts into laughter, his body shaking with the sound. We’re naked. In our kitchen. Laughing over something ridiculous, yet it’s the best thing in the world. In this moment, I know we’re going to make it—senseless last names and all.
