“Ham,” Madison turns to face me as soon as I close the bedroom door, “we’ve got a lot to talk about.”

“I know. It’s been a busy week.” I pull her towards the bed. “In a perfect world, my proposal would have led to us making decisions about our future immediately.” I pull a knee between us on the bed. “Or at least discussions over the next couple of days. I felt like you needed to focus on other things, and we would get our time to chat later,” I explain. ...