I'm His Mate
She sighed when my fingers brushed over her cheek, a burst of sparks greeting the two of us, "I was thinking we could name him Titus."
I swallowed, eyes searching her face, "Titus, as in after Tatum..."
"Only if you want to. If it's too much of a reminder then we will find another name," her eyes, no matter how tired they seemed, were still wide and alert as they swiped down my frame. She probably noticed my muscles growing taut and my fists balling at my sides.
I shook my head, sandwiching her face between my tattooed hands, "It's fucking perfect. I'd like to think Tatum would be proud of me."
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