“Especially about ice cream,” he said with a grin. Then his expression grew more serious. “But I meant what I said about talking to you. We should be partners in this. If I’m worried about something, I should tell you why instead of just laying down the law. We can figure out together how to keep you and the baby healthy.”
I nodded. “I’d like that.”
“And if you ever feel like I’m being too controlling again, tell me,” Isaac added. “I might not even realize I’m doing it. I’ve never had these kinds of feelings before, and I’m still figuring out how to handle them.”
I studied his face, trying to reconcile this thoughtful, introspective Isaac with the carefree playboy I’d first met. He had changed so much in such a short time. I supposed we both had.
“I will,” I promised.
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