“You are only thirty-eight, Claire. You could give me my own children, if that’s what we decided. We could make it work, all of us together.” What? My face falls in shock. “You’ve thought about this?” “Of course I’ve fucking thought about this,” he snaps. “I wouldn’t be pursuing this if I didn’t see a future.” I stare at him, lost for words.
OMGGGGAWEEEEE TRISTAN
