Caulin looked at his feet, flushing to the tips of his ears. Actually, Otto couldn’t look at him, either, because he was blushing, too. Emmy wagged his finger at Otto. “You moved him into your house and knocked him up, so you better take responsibility.” “I am.” Otto straightened his shoulders, looking Caulin in the eye. “I don’t want to force Caulin into a decision until he’s ready.” When would Caulin be ready, though? How would Otto tell? Would Caulin come up to him and say, I want us to be married? Somehow, that seemed more unlikely than Otto straight-up proposing, and seeing if Caulin
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