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“I want to buy us a house with an extra smaller one for him.”
“That is the same thing with extra steps.”
“And his own kitchen and patio for privacy so it feels like its his. Just think about it.”
“I am thinking about it. I’m thinking about all the reasons this is a terrible fucking idea.”
She waits.
I look at her wet face and understand that she saw something I willingly allowed myself to miss. No Filter Charm is too fucking observant.
“I hate this version of you,” I say.
She blinks. “What?”
“You notice shit.”
“I always noticed shit.”
“No, you noticed yourself. Now you notice everyone, and it’s deeply inconvenient.”
Her mouth twitches. “Is that a yes?”
“If we do this, there are rules.”
Her entire face changes. “Okay.”
“He never gets a key to our house.”
“Absolutely.”
“He knocks and waits for someone to answer.”
“Sure.”
“He does not bring random women into our kitchen.”
“Reasonable.”
“He does not use our pool naked.”
“We’re getting a pool?”
“Charm.”
“Sorry. Continue.”
“He buys his own food.”
“We can share groceries.”
“No.”
“He’ll eat ours anyway.”
“Then he replaces it.”
“Sure, babe.”
