“She’s just protective,” he said. “Give her time.”
So I did.
But a year later, they showed us exactly who they were.
The breaking point came when Ethan declined a promotion that would’ve required us to move across the country.
He told his parents over the phone. Thirty minutes later, they were at our door—furious.
His father didn’t wait to be invited inside. He pushed past us, pacing our small living room.
“You’re throwing away a guaranteed future,” he snapped. “Do you have any idea what you’re giving up? That salary alone would’ve set you for life.”
“But it means moving far away,” Ethan said, slipping an arm around my shoulders.
I nodded, then spoke. “We hadn’t planned to tell you yet, but I’m pregnant. We’re having a baby.”
I thought the news would soften them. I thought it would help them understand.
