He rebuilt the crib, set up the rocking chair, and admitted, “I’ve spent my whole life putting her first. I’m done. This is my family now.”When Lydia left, the nursery was ours again. Evan hugged me from behind, resting his hands on my belly as we looked at the little room we’d fought for.“Our baby’s room,” he whispered.Marriage, I realized, isn’t about avoiding conflict. It’s about protecting what matters — together.