“Remember when you asked me if I would ever make sacrifices?” I say pensively. “If I could be the kind of partner who took on a larger load while you were in the NHL?” I purse my lips. “I think I could.” “Yeah?” he says thickly. “I would make those sacrifices for you. Because you’re everything to me too.” “Jesus, Dixon, you’re so sappy. Have some more self-respect.” I snort against his shoulder. “Anyway, congratulations,” he says. “For what?” “I’m leaving you in charge of deciding when you birth our children.”
