He had heard that wrong, surely.
All his guesses, all his theories - as much as he had been avoiding thinking about them, he felt he would have at least known what to say to them. This, however, was not something he had envisioned her ever saying, so...
But she had not corrected herself - in fact, she had not said anything else but that - so there was not much to do but digest it, mouth fallen open in shock. “You... you do?” Ari echoed, unable to hide quite how flabbergasted he felt. “I, um,” didn’t see this coming at all, he wanted to say, but what good would that do? He had thought they had begun to understand each other better, particularly with having gotten what they had out in the open... and, as good a mother as he thought her (she had always put Elliott before herself, before anyone; that was a sacrifice she had not necessarily needed to make), Ari hadn’t been quite convinced that motherhood itself was from where she drew her happiness. He had almost thought he enjoyed feigning fatherhood more than she liked being a mother.
“Right,” Ari said, a little dazed. Though it had come out of nowhere, it was not necessarily a bad thing, he told himself: it was a less damning confession than any he’d expected out of her mouth. Not divorce. Not leaving. He had told her he would do anything, after all, and that she ought to do anything she wanted. Was this what she wanted? “Alright. Okay. Are you sure?”
All his guesses, all his theories - as much as he had been avoiding thinking about them, he felt he would have at least known what to say to them. This, however, was not something he had envisioned her ever saying, so...
But she had not corrected herself - in fact, she had not said anything else but that - so there was not much to do but digest it, mouth fallen open in shock. “You... you do?” Ari echoed, unable to hide quite how flabbergasted he felt. “I, um,” didn’t see this coming at all, he wanted to say, but what good would that do? He had thought they had begun to understand each other better, particularly with having gotten what they had out in the open... and, as good a mother as he thought her (she had always put Elliott before herself, before anyone; that was a sacrifice she had not necessarily needed to make), Ari hadn’t been quite convinced that motherhood itself was from where she drew her happiness. He had almost thought he enjoyed feigning fatherhood more than she liked being a mother.
“Right,” Ari said, a little dazed. Though it had come out of nowhere, it was not necessarily a bad thing, he told himself: it was a less damning confession than any he’d expected out of her mouth. Not divorce. Not leaving. He had told her he would do anything, after all, and that she ought to do anything she wanted. Was this what she wanted? “Alright. Okay. Are you sure?”
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