I Broke My Arm and Asked My Husband to Help with Our 5-Month-Old Twins, but He Said, 'Moms Don't Get Sick Days' – So I Taught Him a Lesson He'd Never Forget

"So what?"

"I was hoping you'd remember what kitchens are for. Or at least know how takeout works."

He didn't smile.

"I worked ten hours today."

"And I fell down the stairs yesterday."

The doctor put my fractured arm in a cast and told me not to lift Luke or Miles with it while it healed.

I looked toward Miles.

Derek checked his phone.

"I haven't even changed yet."

"He doesn't care what you're wearing."

"Hope."

"I just got home."

"So did you stop being their father in the driveway?"

His mouth tightened.

"I pay the bills."

"And?"

"And I'm not coming home to start another shift."

That word sat between us.

Another.

Like fatherhood was overtime.

"I need help for a few weeks," I said. "Come home an hour earlier when you can. Take a day if you have one. Ask if you can work from home sometimes."