Unexpected // Claire & Mohinder

Claire affected an exaggerated pout when Mohinder didn't have any forthcoming tricks of the trade, so to speak. As she listened to his alternative while trying not to snicker at his obvious nerves, Claire found herself shaking her head. "I'm not certain I could go through with it like that," she said, shrugging unapologetically as he kissed her hand.

"I told William about my first kiss the night it happened. He knew about my...affliction before anyone else, aside from mother. He's the only person, aside from you, I've cried in front of. I don't think I have it in me to lie to my brother, even if it's only a lie of omission." She chuckled at that, eyes lighting up briefly. "When I was younger, I used to think he could read my thoughts. There's a good chance he'd know somehow regardless." A long sigh escaped her before Claire met Mohinder's kiss; she smiled against his lips for a few heartbeats before moving back enough to look into his eyes.

"All that aside," she continued, tone playful, "I'm a tiny bit vain. Wedding pictures are around forever, and I'd rather not sport a baby bump in whatever gorgeous gown will be immortalized in 8 x 10's and passed around to family. Not to mention my face is likely to get puffy..." She frowned at the thought, but shook her head and brought her attention back to Mohinder. "The food should be done, though. I can break the news over dessert, that's his favorite, and he'll likely be distracted. And I love you too, you sweet, courageous soul. Why don't you get the food, and I'll get our guest?" she suggested, giving his hand a parting squeeze.

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