ESTRELLA'S POV
“I think I'm finally ready.“ I said to Devon, who was, as usual, reading a book before bed.
“For?“ I know he was not listening to me.
“A baby.“ He stilled, and I took note of that reaction.
“Oh good.“
“What's that supposed to mean?“ I challenged him.
“Good. What else is it supposed to mean?“
“I know, but your tone…”
“Estrella,” he cut me off. “I would really appreciate it if you don't read meaning into things I say. When I say good, it means good.“
“Aren't you supposed to be happier that I want to have your baby?“
“It's not a special feast. You're my wife; that's kind of the whole point of it. Having kids.“
“Wow.“ What a jerk. “You misogynistic jerk.“
“Don't call me names when we're just having a conversation.“
“I will do whatever I want. You don't want to fathe
