“Don’t you ever embarrass me in front of your mother again,” David whispered.

“I won’t,” I said.

My hand wanted to rise to my breastbone, but I kept it pressed against my thigh.

I kept my eyes fixed on the third button of his shirt.

“All I want is for us to have enough money for the new baby,” I said.

David stopped tapping the glass.

He tilted his head and studied my face in the pale yellow porch light.

“I’m handling the finances,” David said.