May POV

"Hi babe." I hear Harry say while sitting beside me on the couch.

"Hello." I say. BJ is on my lap. He's so adorable and cute. I love him. My eyes go to Harry.

"Can we chat for a second?"

"Yeah, sure. What's up?"

"I was wondering what's our plan when the baby is born in 3 months?"

"The plan?" I ask.

"I know for the first 5 months you're going to be home. But what about after that?" He asks me.

"I don't know. I work Monday through Friday 8 to 5." I say. Harry eyes me.

"Maybe you should kinda of quit your job?" My eyebrows furrow.

"Why?" I ask.

"We're going to have a newborn in a few months. And I think you being a stay at home Mom would be fine." My eyes narrow at him. "What?"

"I like my job." I say.

"You can work from home." My eyes narrow more.

"I get distracted by a bird flying outside. How do you think that would work for me?" I ask.

"Not well?" I roll my eyes. "May, it's not a big deal."

"If every other couple with 2 kids can work and raise their kids we can."

"I think if most people in a marriage were able to have one of their partners stay at home full time they'd be happy. Most people who work full time and have kids need the money. If you stay home and not go to work it won't affect us."

"What's that supposed to mean?" I ask. "Oh, yeah since I don't make millions a year it doesn't mean anything."

Bj jumps of my lap and goes upstairs. I don't blame him.

"I didn't say that May." Harry argues. "I'm just saying I think it's best for our kids sake if you stay home full time. You said you want like 4 kids. That won't be possible unless you stay home."

"It won't be possible? You just come inside of me and hope a baby is made, what do you mean?" I ask.

"I know how to make a baby, May." Harry says. "I mean if we both work full time we won't be able to have four kids because it would impossible to take care of all of them and go to work full time."

"Anything is possible." I say. His eyes burn on me. "What? I like my job. How would you like it I told you I want you to be a stay at home dad and quit the job you enjoy?"

"Well, that would make no sense. My job is far more important than yours finically and maybe in general." I remain quiet and look away. "That's not being mean, May. I'm just stating the truth. I make the money to support our family."

I feel like crying.

"K."

"K?" He asks. "So you're dismissing the conversation?"

"This isn't a conversation. This is you stating the fact that you want me to quit my job to be a stay at home Mom." I say.

"This is me asking you what our plan is for the future." He says. His voice becomes tense.

"Maybe you should've planned out what you were going to say then because you sound like a real douche."

"What did I say that made me sound like a douche?"

"Bringing up that your job is more important than mine finically and in general."

"That's not me being a douche that's me saying the truth. You edit books I deal with companies, stocks, making sure your job is possible, should I go on?"

I slowly stand up and take a deep breath. I begin to walk away. "May, you're taking it personally." Harry comments behind me.

"Personally?" I question.

"I'm not trying to offend you."

"Then stop talking." I say. "I get it, you make the money to make sure we live the lives we do. Is that your excuse for you wanting me to quit my job?"

"I want you to quit your job because I believe it would benefit the kids." Harry says while staring at me.

"So now I'm a shitty mother for not wanting to quit my job?" I ask.

"I didn't say that." His eyes widen.

"That's what it sounds like to me."

"May, stop overreacting."

"Overreacting?" I ask. "You're the one-"

"Stop pointing fingers and just listen to me. I said I think it would be best if you stayed home to take care of our newborn and Finn. I said this because we want a big family. It would be easier to have that if you were home with them during the week."

My eyes narrow at him. "Okay."

"Okay? That's it?" Harry asks. "You know you overreacted don't you?"

"No." My eyes narrow. "Maybe you should've asked when you sat down how I'm feeling. I would tell you my lower back is on fire and I'm not feeling the best."

"Why are you standing up if you're in pain?"

"Because you raising your voice at me makes me more in pain and I need to walk it off." I state.

"Do you want me to massage your back?"

"No." I say.

"If you're in pain--"

"You just assaulted me a few minutes ago. Sure, I'll let you rub my back."

"I didn't--"

"You basically said compared to your job mine is a joke. Oh you just edit books and I do all of this complicated stuff that's way more important than yours." I mimic. His eyes look at me. "I have to read and correct hundred of thousands of words a week and manage do laundry, make sure dinner is done by 6, make sure the whole house is clean, make sure I fold the clothes and hang them up for our son,

I have to iron your shirts and pants so you don't look like a mess, I have to make Finn's bed, clean his play room, take the dog to the vet when he's sick or for a check up, I go food shopping every Monday after work, then I have make sure to attend meetings with the authors and finish what I promised and still make sure everything here is working well.

I do that because I know what you do is stressful and the last thing you need is to cook dinner or worry about if clothes are clean. Do you know why I don't complain about any of this? Because I appreciate what you do. I appreciate that I don't have to worry about the bills, my insurance, I don't have to worry if Finn is sick if we have the money to take him to the doctors; I appreciate the fact I can buy things for myself, or buy things for our son, or the house.

Yes, your money makes our lives possible and if we just lived on my salary we wouldn't be this fortunate. I currently now just make 60 grand, which is above average but that won't pay the bills for this house or guarantee us nice things we want whenever we want. So yes, me cleaning the house, buying food every week, making sure everything is align is sometimes stressful, but I don't complain.

I know most woman would jump at the fact that their husbands are rich and can take care of them. They can stay home and just be with the kids all day. I like my job though. I always wanted to be an editor and interview the authors of the books that made my childhood or teenage life less shitty and made me smile every now and then. Yes, it's not as serious and stressful as your job but I like what I do."

Harry opens his mouth to speak but then he closes it. "Still think I'm overreacting?" I ask.

"No." He mutters. "If you need help around the house you can ask me."

"Is that all you got from me talking?" I ask.

"No, I'm just saying in general. If you need help ask me." I bite down. "I'm sorry for thinking what I said wouldn't offend you, okay? I'm just trying to make everything seem possible for us. I want us to have the four kids, the many pets, whatever. If I could work from home I could so it would be easier for us to want the things we do." Harry moves closer toward me. "I appreciate what you do for our family." He says while hugging his arms around me. My eyes look into his. "I do. You make sure I come home an everything is pretty and nice."

"You don't have to say you appreciate it just because--" He cuts me off.

"I do appreciate it." His hands cups my cheeks.

"We can compromise." I offer.

"What do you have in mind?" He asks.

"We turn one of the empty rooms down here into an office for me. We just have to make sure the desk doesn't face the window." His thumb strokes my cheek.

"We don't have to if you don't want to too."

"Life is about compromising." I say softly. My eyes look up at him. "Sounds like a plan?" I ask.

"Yes." He kisses my cheek and hugs me. "Sorry for hurting your feelings."

"It's okay." I murmur.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

"I feel like an adult." Harry murmurs against me making me chuckle gently. "Now, let me rub your back. My wife is in pain."

A://N

hello

comment goal: 50??? that would be cool

i'm curious so

is there any readers that read secret when i first published it?? Or are most of you guys from when my everything was ongoing?? (:

~lauren