Page 63 of When We Breathe

Adam laughs and slides it on her finger. I lift it to my lips and kiss it.

“I also want you two to wear rings,” she says. “I want the ceremony, too. However, I don’t think we should file the paperwork legally. I don’t need it. Justpleasedon’t make me be Alex Blackwell-Cavanaugh. That’s a mouthful.”

“I’ve got your mouthful.”

She snorts at that, and Adam shakes his head.

“I have an idea on the name thing,” Adam says. “I think that Alex and I should both legally change our names to Blackwell.”

My heart comes to a complete stop, and I stare at them both. They’re grinning at me.

“Why?”

“Because my parents were shit.” He shrugs and leans in to kiss my lips. “I want it to beyourname that carries on, baby.”

“Adam, Alex, and Gabe Blackwell,” Alex says, still grinning. “It has a nice sound to it.”

“Fuck, I’d be honored to give you both my name.” Iblink fast, ignoring the sting in my nose from the tears that want to come.

“Does this mean we’re planning a wedding?” Alex asks, practically bouncing up and down on the couch.

“Looks that way,” Adam says. He pulls us both to our feet, and we sandwich our girl between us. I lean in to kiss his lips, then press my lips to the top of Alex’s head.

“We’re getting married,” Alex murmurs. “Then you’ll really be stuck with me.”

“Haven’t you figured it out, Shorty? We never planned to let you go. You were always going to be ours.”

She sighs happily. “I can live with that.”