Ethan and Lucas stood beside Adrian.
Noah agreed to carry the rings and complained about it immediately.
Miles sat next to me.
At the reception, Adrian ended up dancing ridiculously with all four at once.
I laughed so hard I cried.
Later he came to my table.
“Claire.”
“What?”
“Thank you.”
“For?”
“Not closing the door forever.”
I looked at him.
“You opened it.”
He frowned.
“The Christmas invitation?”
“Yes.”
He actually winced.
“I invited you because I wanted to show you I had moved on.”
“I know.”
“I was insufferable.”
“Yes.”
He laughed.
Then looked toward Ethan, Lucas, Noah and Miles.
“The best stupid decision I ever made.”
“Inviting me?”
“Yes.”
“Do not ever describe meeting your sons as a stupid decision.”
“I meant the invitation.”
“I know.”
“Still.”
“Understood.”
Years passed.
The boys grew.
Ethan became disciplined and serious.
Lucas developed an obsession with engineering.
Noah lived for hockey.
