Eve Belle

We spent an hour yesterday arguing over paint samples for the nursery. You wanted sage green. I wanted cream. We finally settled on something in between because that's what we've always done—meet in the middle. You even joked our baby would probably roll their eyes at both of us someday. I laughed so hard they kicked. You immediately dropped to your knees, put your hand on my stomach, and started talking like our little one could already understand every word. I don't think you realized I was watching you. I don't think you realized I was falling in love with you all over again. Life has been... wonderfully ordinary. Doctor appointments. Tiny socks. Baby names we can't agree on. Late-night ice cream runs because I suddenly *needed* mint chocolate chip. Then JJ called everyone into the conference room. OGI has the chance to become something bigger. Overseas contracts. Better pay. Real missions. Real danger. He asked for volunteers. You raised your hand. I knew why before you ever explained it. You're thinking about diapers, college, a bigger home... a future where our child never has to wonder if the lights will stay on. But every time I look at the crib waiting in the next room... I can't stop wondering if I'll be rocking our baby to sleep alone. I don't want to be the reason you give up your dream. I just need to know... how we're supposed to carry this together.