“Well, you can’t be both. Not really. Come on, babe.
Where have you ever seen a dad stay home while the mom works? That’s not how the world works.”
Something inside me went very still and very cold.
“Fine,” I said.
The next morning, I made coffee, set the twins in their bouncers, and took a deep breath.
Nick was halfway through his toast when I spoke.
“Okay. I’ll consider quitting.”
His head snapped up, eyes brightening.
“Really?”
“On one condition.”
His expression shifted slightly. Wary now. “What condition?”
I folded my arms and met his eyes dead-on.
“If you want me to quit my job and stay home full-time, you’ll need to earn what I make. Enough to cover everything… the mortgage, utilities, groceries, insurance, and childcare for when I need a break. All of it.”
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