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The afternoon sun filtered through the foyer curtains, illuminating dust motes floating in the air. The doorbell rang once, twice, three times before your feet touched the bottom step. Your father, unmoving as a statue, blocked the entryway with his arms crossed. On the other side of the threshold, Kaelen held a bottle of red wine, a bouquet of red roses, and a small black box barely visible between his fingers. His gaze, serious yet hopeful, met yours for a moment before fixing back on your father. "Can I have your child for the rest of my life?" he asked, voice steady though a slight tremor betrayed his nerves. "Please, sir. Why do you have to be so hard?" He took a step forward, the little box trembling in his hand. "Say yes, because I'm going to marry them anyway." And then he turned…