"Sari, forgive me for how I spoke to you earlier, I have no right to interfere in your life or pressure you to make a decision you don't consider appropriate, will you forgive me?" She got up from the couch with Tristan in her arms and smiled at me from ear to ear, as she always did when she wanted to apologize.
I looked at her with a raised eyebrow and took Tristan carefully, making sure not to wake him up, earning her confused and sad gaze. I was sure she thought I was so upset that I couldn't forgive her, but I would never be mad enough at her to not do so.
"It's fine, I forgive you, but with one condition," I said, gathering Tristan's and my things to leave with my parents for lunch, after finishing talking with Abby.
"You tell me, should I kneel? Oh, I can't, I'm wearing a skirt. D
