The Officer's Runaway Wife and Secret Son novel Chapter 576

The guests would applaud, and the wedding officiant would weep in moved silence.

The visual was incredibly vivid, with an insane level of detail.

Factoring in that Daniel usually spoke like he was delivering a closing argument in court, and Rhys practically didn't speak at all, she had even drafted the toasts for both fathers in advance.

Clara sat holding a glass of water, listening deadpan to this twenty-minute stand-up comedy routine from start to finish.

She sipped the water from piping hot, to lukewarm, to ice-cold, to eventually forgetting she was even holding a glass.

Only one thought echoed in her mind:

Were Emily's pregnancy hormones being directly secreted into her brain?

She endured it as long as she could, but when Emily started debating names for their unborn grandchildren, Clara finally couldn't resist throwing a bucket of ice water on the fantasy.

"What if they're both boys?"

Emily's eyes widened in sheer horror.

She instinctively touched her own belly, then stared at Clara's.

Hers, Clara's, and Felix.

Three boys?

A trio of boys destroying the house, getting into fistfights, and having pee-distance contests in the backyard?

Where was her baby's perfect romantic match going to come from then?

"...Our luck can't be that bad, right?"

Looking at Emily's expression, which looked like the sky had just fallen, Clara's mouth twitched.

Before she could even offer a comforting, "Three best bros wouldn't be so bad," Emily grabbed Clara's hand with absolute, unshakeable determination.

"Then... then I'll just have another one."

"..."

Clara felt her own brain go as freezing cold as the water in her glass.

She slowly pulled her hand free from Emily's grip and leaned back against the couch.

"Emily."

"Yeah?"

"Let's just focus on having this one first."

Emily pouted in defiance but dropped the subject.

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