~Amelia~
“I don’t have a problem with who you are,” I told him. “I just want our child to have traits far better than ours. She should be respected, yes but not a tyrant.”
I kept going before he could cut in.
“You know what I grew up around. I know what happens when cruelty hides inside authority.”
The tension in his shoulders eased up a bit.
“She won’t be raised by Gregory,”
“No,” I replied. “She’ll be raised by us. That’s why this matters.”
He reached out and touched my waist again, slower this time.
“You think I want her cruel.”
“No,” I answered honestly. “I think you hear ruthless and assume I’m insulting you. I’m not.”
He gave me a long look.
“That sounded like half an apology.”
“It was half an explanation. Don’t get greedy.”
That finally got the smallest hint of a smile out of him.
Thank God.
Because if we had kept going down that road, our child would have entered the world to find us already arguing about her personality.
