Starr had changed her outfit three times before Christopher finally knocked on her bedroom door, laughing, telling her through the wood that whatever she'd chosen would be perfect because it was her wearing it. She settled, in the end, on a deep green dress that skimmed over the curve of her belly rather than fighting it, her hair down the way he liked it best, and when she stepped out he went quiet for a long moment, just looking at her, something reverent in his face that made her feel, for once, entirely unselfconscious about how visibly pregnant she was."You're staring," she said."I'm allowed to stare at my own family," Christopher replied, crossing the room to press a kiss to her forehead. "You look beautiful. Both of you.""Where are we going, exactly? You've been suspiciously tight-lipped all week.""Patience," he said, offering his arm. "You'll see soon enough."She should have known the moment the car turned down the familiar street, the moment she recognised the small eate
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