“And if I put her name on the deed to the house, that counts too, right?”
“I’m sorry, what?” I interject. “Why would you put my name on the deed to the house?”
My boyfriend smiles. “Why wouldn’t I? It’s as much your house as it is mine. It doesn’t matter who paid for it.”
“Kingston!”
“Baby, let’s not waste this nice lady’s time by talking about it right now, okay?” He winks. “We can fight about it—and make-up—later.”
I cover my face with my hands. “Oh, my God. You’re so embarrassing sometimes.”
My attorney laughs. “You two remind me of my husband and me at your age.”
“How long have you been married?” I ask.
“Thirty years next month.” She covers the side of her mouth and stage whispers, “And the make-up sex is still as hot as it was in the beginning.”
Kingston laughs while I can feel my face flushing.
I give him the stink eye. “I’ll deal with you later.”
“Anyway...” I jerk my thumb in Kingston’s direction. “Before we were so rudely interrupted by this jackass... you were saying?”
“In a nutshell, it isn’t going to be easy.” She inclines her head in Kingston’s direction. “But Mr. Davenport’s suggestions would certainly help.”
I sigh. “Okay. Well, I guess we will discuss this at home and get back to you.”
She nods. “Sounds good. In the meantime, I’ll file the petition to change your name.”
“Thank you.”
Kingston and I both stand and shake the attorney’s hand before leaving her office.
I punch his arm as soon as we get in the car. “I can’t believe you brought that up in there!”
He holds his hands up in surrender. “Whoa, there, Rocky. I was just trying to help.”
“Kingston! You can’t just suggest we get married to better the odds of winning a custody case.”
“I didn’t suggest we get married just to obtain custody. I did it because we’re going to do it regardless, so if it’ll help the case, why not get hitched earlier rather than later?”
I rub the bridge of my nose. “I’m sorry, did I miss the part where you asked me to marry your ass?”
He smirks. “Oh, baby, like I’d give you a choice.”
My stink eye is back. “Bossy ass.”
Kingston grabs the back of my head and pulls me into a kiss. “Don’t pretend you don’t love it.”
I pull back and flip him off because he’s right; I can’t say I don’t love it.
“Whatever,” I mutter. “You’re lucky I love you so much.”
He laughs. “Not gonna argue with you on that one, babe.”
***
“Have you guys heard?” Ainsley asks.