Claire’s eyes come to me in question. I drop to my knee in front of her and hold out the ring. “Claire, will you marry me?” The three boys all bounce on the spot in excitement. Claire giggles and pulls me in to kiss her. “I thought you’d never ask.” We kiss, and the boys high-five. “I’ve got a Christmas present for you too, Tris,” she whispers. I smile as I kiss her again, and then she takes my hand and puts it over her stomach. “You’re going to be a father.” My world stops. She smiles through tears. “I’m two months pregnant.” I stare at her wide eyed; then I look to the boys, who are wide
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