question should have been easy.
It wasn’t.
“I want my work.”
“Okay.”
“I want to be Leo’s mother without becoming only Leo’s mother.”
“Okay.”
“I want Dad in our lives.”
Rowan nodded.
“Okay.”
“And…”
I hesitated.
“I want our marriage.”
His expression changed.
Hope appeared carefully.
Before he could speak, I continued.
“But not the old version.”
“No.”
“I don’t want a marriage where one of us has to guess what the other is hiding.”
“Neither do I.”
“I don’t want your mother making decisions inside our relationship.”
“She won’t.”
