Page 101 of Lose to Win: Lost Trilogy: Part 3
“It’s a goodbut,” he rushes to assure me.
“It is?” I sniffle out, so close to bawling my eyes out.
Puck drops to his knees next to the hospital bed. I gasp in shock and awe when I see the box he’s holding in his hands. Unlike the last time he presented me with a box, this time I can tell for sure that it contains a ring.
“Emily Anne Stewart,” he starts, the emotion in his voice obvious. “I never got to ask you if you’d like to be my wife. Not that I’d let you go now if you said no,” he makes sure to add. Arlene’s snort of laughter echoes in the room, and I grin at her when I see her burying her face into dad’s arm.
“You wouldn’t?” I ask Puck, feeling more relaxed now.
“Fuck no,” is his quick response.
“Mr. Puck,” dad chastises him from the sidelines. “Please watch your language around my grandson.”
“He gets a pass this time,” I laugh.
“Damn right I do,” Puck winks at me. “And you didn’t answer my question.”
“I didn’t hear a question, Puck,” I tease him.
He shakes his head in amusement, but then gets serious. He opens the box, and I gasp at the size of the ring I see in there.
“Puck, this is…”
“If you had the choice, would you marry me?”
“Every single time, Puck,” I cry. “Never doubt that.”
He slides the ring on my finger before getting off his knees to kiss me. Just in time for the baby to fuss.
“I need to switch boobs,” I whisper to him, and he jumps to help with my top again.
“There’s one more thing,” he says as soon as the baby is situated and eating away.
I glance behind him to my dad and Arlene. He has a reassuring smile on his face and she looks way too excited.
“I know you haven’t had a chance to change your last name to mine,” Puck continues.
I realize with a start that the thought never even crossed my mind. I had quite a few other things to worry about.
“And today, I was filling out the information for the baby’s birth certificate,” he tells me. “I realized that I don’t want his last name to be Adams.”
I am in shock and unsure of what to say. Is this normal? What am I supposed to name the baby?
“I think Thomas Blake Stewart has a much better ring to it,” Puck informs me.
“But…”
“Someone once told me,” he cuts me off, “that a name means nothing. Just a bunch of letters thrown together.” He turns and looks at my father when he says it. “But I disagree. I want our children to have a last name we can all be proud of. And that’s why…”
He hesitates for a second, and I’m not sure what to make of it. I look at dad in question, but he just shakes his head at me. He doesn’t know where Puck is going with this either.
“I decided to change my last name to Stewart. If you and your father approve of it.”
“I… Puck…”
I press a hand to my chest, mindful of the baby feeding furiously at my breast. Tears are running down my face. I understand why he wants this.
“Puck,” dad calls out to him. I think this is the first time I hear him addressing Puck without adding the Mr. in front of it. “Is your brother okay with it?”
