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 ...