When Ken’s birthday party was over and Ken was asleep, Ellis and I lay together in bed. He had his arms around my stomach, his breath brushing the back of my neck.
“You know, if we are going to have another baby together, we should become an official family,” Ellis whispered drowsily.
“Well, I’ve been living here. Ken calls you ‘daddy,’ how much more official do you want to get?” I asked.
He chuckled and kissed the back of my neck. “I thought we could get married. Tell the world that we are together and share the rest of our lives with each other.”
“I…”
I turned in the darkness and stared at the outline of Ellis’s face. I couldn’t see him well because of the shadows over him, but I could tell he was smirking.
“You want to get married?” I gasped.
“It seems like the most logical progression. I love you, you love me. We have a son. We’re trying to have a daughter. Doesn’t marriage fit in there somewhere?” he asked playfully.