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“God! It’s so unfair that you get to drink and I don’t.”
Owen chuckled. “It’s one beer babe. And if I remember correctly you were the one who insisted on driving to and from the hotel because ‘then we can leave whenever we want’. And I did offer to drive but you said you didn’t mind...”
Claire’s eyes twinkled with glee, as if she was pleased with Owen’s response.
She had indeed said she didn’t mind driving them to the venue where Ellie and Alan were having their small wedding reception. A wedding reception which Claire and Owen were invited to as a result of their shared adventures with the happy couple six months ago. Maisie unfortunately couldn’t come as the hotel had a strict over 21 policy, so she’d stayed at the cabin.
It was a relatively long drive to the hotel from the cabin so Claire had insisted they leave with plenty of time to spare. However, there had been no delays and practically no traffic en route so here they were, an hour early, long before any other guests arrived, enjoying a quiet moment on the terrace where the first dance was scheduled to occur in a few hours time.
Claire smiled knowingly at Owen and spoke with nonchalance, “oh I don’t mean tonight. I mean for the next nine months.”
Owen paused, beer bottle raised halfway to his lips. He lowered his arm and turned his head slowly to look at Claire.
She looked positively ecstatic. She was biting her lip in an attempt to prevent herself from beaming but the sheer joy was still evident on her face.
“Are you serious?” Owen questioned gently, a small, hopeful smile growing on his face.
Claire nodded emphatically. She was far too emotional for any actual words to form.
Owen place his beer on the table beside them and engulfed Claire in his arms.
“Oh my god,” he exhaled into her hair, “holy shit.”
Claire laughed, “you’re going to have to watch your language Mr Grady, Maisie may be old enough to hear that but I don’t want this one’s first word to be a curse.”
Owen pulled back from Claire enough to see her properly, “good thing I’ve got 9 months to try and get that under control then,” he laughed, “holy shit Claire, a baby! God, I love you so much.”
He leant forward closing the gap between them to capture her lips in a soft kiss.
She smiled against his lips, “I love you too.”