[Rosie's POV]
"Let's not talk about that..."
"Harry, your mom called, she wants us to meet for the family dinner and your dad, he wants to spend time with my boys" I petitioned as he dropped the spoon as his ragged breath deepened.
"There's nothing wrong with their request, they're just curious..."
"Then get someone Harry, I don't want you to stay single and not find love because you're taking care of me and my kids"
I never let him finish his words, I countered it because he can't be invested in me and not have a life on his own.
My kids and I can stand firm and I don't need him anymore.
He was quiet, his eyes danced in their sockets as there's silence between us until he said;
"I'm not complaining"
I slapped my forehead, pissed off by his response. Why do I keep bringing up such topics when his answers will always be the same.
"Harry..."
"No Rosie, you don't get to tell me what's good for me, just let me be there for you" he mutters, countering me.
