‍ ‍ ‍ 𝓙𝒐 , ‍𝒚𝒐𝒖 ‍𝒂𝒓𝒆 ‍𝒂͟𝓵͟𝒐͟𝒏͟𝒆 .ᐟ

⠀from my 𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 body , 𝓯𝓵𝓸𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓼 shall grow and 𝐢 𝐚𝐦 in them , 𖬺͟ that is e͟t͟e͟r͟n͟i͟ty .

can you just give me some time?

( greg sighs— realizing this might’ve been a mistake to talk about. ) i’m not trying to make you feel like that, i just want both of us to be satisfied and always have our daughter’s safety in mind.

is that what you think of me? i listened to you completely, i moved us out of the city… i didn’t force you into anything, yet i constantly have to compromise myself for your desires.

like what?

i’m not trying to make you feel bad about it, just want you to consider other things.

i don’t want time off, this is my job and responsibility to take care of you and lily. starting to feel like that’s not enough.

( he accepts the wine glass, pushing the edge up to his lips for a sip—instead he places it on the table with a look of worry. ) but still, i can’t just leave work.

wow— you know that sounds amazing. it’s just— you having to relocate to london. don’t think it’s good for our daughter to relocate somewhere so drastically right now.

alright— what exactly is the job?

we still have that one shiv got for us that we tucked away.

absolutely.

jo, i think we should at least talk about this.

oh… six ?