There she went again, putting words in his mouth that didn't belong there, that he hadn't even thought of himself, but it was nice to know how little she thought of him in that moment.

"Will you stop assuming you know what I'm going to say? That is not even close to what I meant. Sense of purpose, for fuck's she Fallon, you're your own fucking person, with aspirations and goals, I love that about you, but Merlin's beard it's nice to know where I come in your heirarchy of priorities." He could still feel the anger and a little bit of resentment building up and he worked hard to push it down. He was reaching his boiling point though.

It sounded like she was about to give him an unfair ultimatum, which he would never do to her and so he stood there, dumbstruck, watching her in anticipation.

"Again, you think you know what I'm about to say. Like I would ever dream of asking you to choose between me and your job, or that I would ask you to quit. I wouldn't, by the way, in case that wasn't obvious by now. He was losing his grip on how carefully be chose his words. "If I have a choice to make I have a few questions first.

Am I ever going to be allowed to worry about you without you getting mad at me? Or am I not allowed to show that I care that much without you thinking in trying to undermine your independence?" It was all pouring out now, everything he'd managed to bottle up and hide away because he hasn't wanted to fight with her about it. "What about when we have kids? Am I going to be the one coming up with excuses as to why mommy isn't home for dinner again? Will you even take a enough break from working to have a healthy pregnancy? Or is that not important enough of a reason either? It's hard to tell since I'm not even important enough for you to want to come home at a reasonable hour after work." If she was going to force a choice out of him he needed to know.