“What are we going to name him?” Peter asks softly, staring down at the newborn boy in his fiancé’s arms.
“Can we name him after Jace and Ryan, please? He looks so much like both of them,” Kate tears up, staring at her sleeping baby.
“Of course, honey. Ryan Jace or Jace Ryan?” Peter asks.
“Jace Ryan. I miss them both, but I’m holding them both.”
So a message from me is coming tomorrow since my wifi sucks today.
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Hello Jace
Teen FictionA story where a boy replies to letters from his dead boyfriend.