“I can’t afford this,” she whines as if I stabbed her, “this is too much.” “Baby,” I say softly. “You raised our daughter for four years without a penny. Trust me, I owe you a lot more than a trip.” I lean forward, the need to kiss her stronger than anything I’ve felt. “But work,” she finally huffs, putting a hand on her forehead. “Taken care of.” My hands fall from her face. “Let me give you this.”
