They were grocery shopping when it almost happened.
A mundane Sunday afternoon, both of them navigating the crowded aisles of Whole Foods, arguing about whether to buy organic or conventional strawberries.
"They're seven dollars more for organic," Sebastian said, holding up both containers. "They taste the same."
"They don't taste the same. And the baby needs organic." Harper grabbed the expensive container. "We're getting organic."
"The baby is the size of a grape. I don't think it cares about pesticides."
"You don't know that. All the books say…"
"The books also say to avoid stress, and you arguing with me about fruit is stressing me out."
Harper laughed. They'd been doing this more lately. Playful bickering that felt safe instead of threatening. Therapy was teaching them how to f
