My Ex's Boss is My Baby's Father
The children were arranged in the front row, Emma and Jack sitting with solemn ceremony, Marcus in Clara's arms, Leo standing slightly apart with his piece of paper, already reading it silently to himself with moving lips.
The officiant spoke briefly. Then he invited Leo to read.
Leo unfolded his paper and cleared his throat with the self-consciousness of a thirteen-year-old performing in front of adults, which passed quickly once he started reading. He had written the poem himself, which Chloe had not known and which Lucien, judging by his expression, had also not known. It was not a polished poem. It had an uncertain metre and one rhyme that did not quite work, and it was, without question
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