« I’ve looked. »
« I’ll work more, Ren. »
« You already leave before sunrise, » she whispered.
« I’ll take weekends. »
« You already miss enough weekends. »
« I’ll work more, Ren. »
I walked around the table and knelt beside her. « Renee, this isn’t something you should have to do because I can’t earn enough. »
She touched my face.
« We’re married. Let me carry some of this too. »
Then she told me the embryo transfer was already scheduled.