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“So,” Sarah starts, clearing her throat, “now that you’re pregnant, are you still going to look for a job or stay home?”

“I’ a stay-at-ho hoone a lot”

“Youlook

I snort “Doubtful I need to be out doing so dinner every night, and taking care of the kids while he goes off and works and provides for the family I want to work too, I want us to be equal, I don’t want—”

“She doesn’t want to feel trapped,” Xander finishes forlook

I’ve never talked about this with him before, I don’t think I really kne to voice how I felt

I glance at my mom sadly “Exactly”

“I just don’t understand” Sarah shakes her head, her brow narrowed in confusion

“Sarah,” my mom interrupts, “she doesn’t want to end up like me”

Sarah’s eyes widen in surprise and then horror as she connects the dots “Oh … oh But Xander’s not your dad He’d never trap you”

“I know he’s different” I look up at ood and a, but that fear of what could be still lies there” I tapand I vowed to never let that be me”

“It won’t be” Xander presses his lips to the side of my forehead

I love that he understands me, and accepts me, even with all my crazy

I know I’m not the easiest to love, but he makes it seem like it’s effortless

The conversation turns to football, for which I’m thankful