Callum groaned at that. "Don't fucking remind me. It was hard enough when they just thought that we were fucking. Now, that they think we're getting married, I'm never going to get off."
He flipped two fingers in Charlie's direction. "I'm not changing my name. Just imagine the work in changing my son's last name, too. Way too complicated. You'll just have to be the bride, and you even get the son, even if not yours biologically. They can be happy," he said, smirking.
He chuckled as Charlie went on. "You know, saying these things isn't hard. Pretending that we're fighting not hard. Keeping a straight face when I want to laugh in their faces for thinking that we're getting marred, very hard."
Callum shrugged. "You don't have to thank me. Now, let's get some sleep. I'll even stay with you and hold you through the night so you aren't upset," he said, already getting up and away so that Charlie couldn't retaliated, while he laughed. "