He stood and paced toward the dresser.
“Why are you suddenly making everything harder?”
I stared at him.
“Harder for who?”
He stopped.
Then he said, “If something ever happened with us, you’d probably want to stay home with Sophie anyway.”
My hands froze over the onesie I was folding.
“What exactly would happen with us?”
His face changed.
“I didn’t mean anything by that.”
“You mentioned us splitting up.”
“It was hypothetical, Madeline. We have a child now. These conversations happen.”
“Have you thought about it?”
He gave a short laugh. “Everybody thinks about things.”
Later that night, I found Elon with Sophie asleep against his chest.
He smiled down at her, then rested a hand on my knee when I sat beside him.
For one painful moment, I wanted to ask if he still loved me.
Instead, I understood I could love him and still refuse what he’d done.
