It's so strange hearing my name like that from Jack. Not just because of the middle name part, but the first, too. I've gotten so used to him calling me Bittle and so many other people here just calling me Bitty. There are only a handful of people who still call me Eric, all of them people I don't really know all that well.

I'm still grinning when he pushes his fingers up into my hair and I keep close, pressing another light kiss to his lips before laughing again. "Pretty sure I adopted them the minute you first brought 'em home," I tell him, smoothing my hand down his neck and along the curve of his collarbone as I slide my knee between his, entangling our legs. "And Elvis already likes you better than me."