Chapter 62

"What the fuck do you mean four years? I'm not waiting four damn years to have our first kid. I'll give you a year and a half. Two years max. I refuse to wait four years," he argued with his hands on his hips, a look of finality on his face. Was this his idea of negotiation? Because if so, I'm not sure how he's done so well with his business. His stance took on one of defiance as he crossing his arms over his chest and squared his shoulders. I couldn't help but laugh at how ridiculous he was being. Yelling will not solve this. "I can see that you're clearly worked up about this, so we'll discuss the matter once we've both got a clear head," I ordered before slumping back against the bed and allowing myself to drift back to sleep. After Ken finally managed to drag me out of bed a few hours later, we got most of the errands I'd said I needed to get done, done. As we were on our way home, I spotted a tattoo shop a ways ahead. "I wanna get a tattoo,"