I came home with our baby’s ultrasound in my hand—and found my husband hurriedly pulling on his pants while my best friend hid behind my maternity coats.

Damon’s shirt and our unmade bed.

Claire’s smile disappeared.

Damon said, “That could belong to anyone.”

Owen stepped closer.

His eyes fixed on the small blue charm on the strap.

Then he looked at Claire’s engagement ring.

“No,” he said quietly. “That doesn’t belong to just anyone.”

His expression shifted.

“I bought that for Claire.”

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