She loves without limits, without fucking conditions. She loves people for who they are, exactly where they’re at, and that? That’s exactly why I love her. Baby or no baby, that woman is my goddamn wife. My family. And I won’t stand here and let you disrespect her.” I haul the door open, and Natasha stares up at me, tears welling in her eyes as the bitter winter wind whips at our cheeks. “You’re fired. Get out.”
