"MARC! MARC! MARC!" You screamed.
Marc, your boyfriend of 3 years, came running down the stairs alarmed.
"Are you okay? Your not hurt are you?" He rushed.
"No. I just got off the phone with the big company over in Minnesota. I just got offered the job I told you about." You told him excitedly.
"Where is the job?" He asked
"It's in Minnesota, why?" You questioned quietly.
"So your going to have to move? He mumbled.
"Well, yeah." You replied.
"I don't want you to take the job, I want you to stay here with me. I want to be the kind of husband that supports his family, I have enough money for you not to work and if you don't have to your not going to." He said.
"Really, honey you'd really do that for me?"
"Of course. Je t'aime." He whispered.
"I'm going to call them back and tell them I'm not going to take the job!" You muttered.
