Kayla wakes up around three and asks to watch a movie. I tell her to pick one out, and then I play it. I bring her a cup of milk and pretzels. I am about to walk away when she asks, “Alex, are you and mommy married?” “No, we aren’t,” I tell her. I am not sure what to say or why she asked. Kayla looks at me for a moment, then asks, “Why?” I smile and sit down on a chair near the couch. “I don’t know. I guess because mommy and I aren’t ready yet.” “Why?” Kayla stares at me with curiosity. She’s not asking to be annoying or get me to pay attention to her. She’s genuinely curious. “Before I met your mommy, I was with someone else. They did a lot of things that hurt me.” “Were you married to her?” “No, but I wanted to be.” Kayla has an earnest look on her face. I can tell these are

