He leans down and presses a kiss to my lips, doing his best not to bump a slumbering Hudson in the process. “I’m sorry I didn’t bring an engagement ring with me. I wasn’t sure about sizing with the swelling and all, and I didn’t want to risk losing it.”
“It’s okay. You can dazzle me with one later when we get home,” I say, enjoying the sound of the word. Home. It has a new meaning now with the addition of our little one. “It just hit me.”
“What did?”
“Do you know what this means?”
Justin shakes his head. “No, what are you talking about?”
“Assuming I take your last name, which I want to, my first name is a flower and my last name will be a tree.”
“Mr. and Mrs. Alder,” he says with a chuckle. “I guess we’re meant to be together.”