“Elle, I feel like we are not on the same page, or something is missing. If I did something, I want to know so I can fix it. I know I’m married with kids now, and…” She paused, shaking her head. I grabbed her shoulders. “Grey, we are okay. We cannot get anymore ‘okay’er than we are right now. I really just be wanting to give you and your husband space, especially when he’s here.”
