“We’ll have more, of course. A dozen, maybe. I’ve always wanted to be able to field a whole sportsteam of my own.”
“Oh, is that so?” she laughs, trying not to smile too much. “And was I consulted about any of that?”
“Sure, but it was hardly necessary. I know exactly what you want.”
“And you think that what I want is more children?”
“No, what you want is me,” I say slowly, meeting her eyes. “Go ahead… deny it.”
She stares at me, her expression growing serious. I can see the whirlwind of emotions running aroundinside her head. She’s an overthinker, and right now, her brain is on overdrive.
“Leo… I can’t be the wife you want me to be.”
“That’s just it: I don’t want to learn to be a doormat. I did that once and I vowed I’d never do itagain.”
“I don’t want or expec
