Westley has always known Claire. She's always been a constant in his life, whether it be as his babysitter, his secret Santa, as his pretend-girlfriend, his confident, as the person he could always rely on.
But she's also always been the girl he lov...
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I'm sixty eight and we still have brunch every Sunday morning. It's not just Claire and I anymore. There's also Eloise and her boyfriend and their two kids and Eliah and his husband now. We usually go out to a restaurant, but sometimes we do it at home too. Every time I look at my whole little family sitting around the table I feel so lucky and so blessed.
I take Claire's hand in my own and squeeze it. I don't think she'll ever understand just how grateful I am to have had her in my life, for the life she allowed us to build together, for all the years she's been there for me. Even now I still don't think she'll ever grasp how fully and unequivocally I am in love with her.
Sure, I've wanted to throttle her a few times during all our years together, but that was never because I didn't love her. It was mainly because sometimes she was just too stubborn for her own good. But I never would have changed that. I fell in love with her stubbornness. And I see it in our children too. Hell, I see it in our grandkids too.
I look at my whole family sitting around the table, smiling and laughing and I know that this is happiness.
