“What are you going to name him?” I scratch under the puppy’s chin. “Me? Don’t you mean we? He’s our dog. Or do you expect me to name all the children too?” The hoity tone is so amusing. I love that he assumes we’ll have kids because, why wouldn’t we? “Letting you name the children by yourself is slightly terrifying. They would end up with initials that spell something weird.” Brendon throws his head back and laughs hard. “You’re not wrong.”
