Claire Sinclair was still hung up on it. "But..."
"If you're still worried, then after your period ends, we'll stop using protection until you get pregnant. How does that sound?"
Claire Sinclair hesitated for a moment, but ultimately couldn't overcome her inner fear. She nodded. "Then let's stop using protection from now on. I want to have a child."
'If I can get pregnant after the New Year,' she calculated, 'by the time the baby is born, he'll be just about to become president.'
So, she decided to change her life plan.
'For his inauguration, I'll give him the most unique gift in the world—our child.'
'As long as we try a little harder from now on, we should be able to conceive, right?'
A small spark of hope ignited in Claire Sinclair's heart, but her stomach hurt too much for her to even smile. She could only nestle weakly in his arms.
Adrian Quincy stroked her hair and soothed her in a low voice, "Claire, I love you."
