He lifted his brows. "If I really thought it was the absolute best thing for our kids, you'd have had a battle on your hands. That was just a debate." "With chair-throwing." "Heated debate. Fights involve chair-breaking. Chair-throwing is just getting your attention.

Perfect night, wasn't it?" "It could have been." I smiled up at him. "But you were there.

I don’t care if I get one at all. Just as long as I keep getting anniversaries.

So consider your options, make your choice and call me home.

He leaned her back against the tub, setting her head on the edge, then washed her shoulders. "I know I left you once." She opened her mouth, wanting to say it didn't matter, it was forgotten. But it wasn't. "I know I hurt you." Again, she wanted to argue. But she couldn't. "I know I said I won't leave you again, but I also know that's not enough, and that the only way you're going to trust that I won't leave is if I don't". He slid the cloth over her arms. "If this ends, Hope, it won't be me that ends it. I think you know that.

I understand that I may make mistakes with characters who don't share my own background, but I commit to doing my best.

Kids who don't eavesdrop on adult conversations are doomed to a childhood of ignorance.