Yeah. We all changed our last name to Smith. We can’t get married legally, but we can all share a name. We chose Smith on a lark. Shane insists he wasn’t high when he suggested it. It’s solid and ordinary.

We are solid and very unordinary.

Case in point, we are wearing matching red thermal pajamas. We just took Christmas portraits of ourselves next to our tree. The cat appears in half of them because cats do what they want, even at Christmas, and she refused to pose.

Tomorrow, we drive two hours to our hometown, well, the hometown of Fletcher and me. We will have dinner with both sets of our parents. I will spend too much time giggling with Jenna rather than acting like adults, and everyone will pretend it’s not so weird that we are a triad instead of a couple.

But tonight is our night. Shane goes all out every year, managing to surprise us with his productions. He always tells me that I was the last puzzle piece, that I’m the reason we are together. I think it’s him. He’s the glue of our family. The one who didn’t have one growing up is the one who knows how to make ours real.

But tonight, tonight we are taking a new step.

“Mrs. Smith, are you ready to get inseminated?” Shane asks.

I shoot him a look.

Fletch is trying not to laugh. “Real romantic, dude.”

Shane rolls his eyes in mock frustration. “Fine. I’ll try it your way.” He leans down and looks into my eyes, deeply, fully. “Mrs. Smith, my love, and I say that knowing it sounds cheesy but with all the earnestness in my heart, are you ready to make a baby with us?”

We’ve talked about it a lot. I mean a lot a lot. We’ve calculated and timed and gone over scenario after scenario and I know this is the best time. We’re young, yes, but we want to be young parents. There are three of us, which I think will make it easier because six hands has to be better than four. And we’ve been married for two years. The glue is working well.

But it’s scary anyway, right? I mean, yikes. Me a parent?

But looking into Shane’s eyes, knowing he’s ready and he’s the one who had the most doubts about ever having kids, knowing how much love he has, I can’t help but smile. Fletch wraps his arms around my waist from behind and I feel his solid strength seep into my bones.

Fletch kisses my neck. “Are you still sure about how you want to do this?”

“It was my idea.”

“Yeah, but little bit,” Shane says, “we all know what it’s like to be penetrated by one dick in this house. That’s already a lot. Two is...”

“Probably going to hurt,” Fletch says.