"So did I before maternity leave."
"Exactly. You're home now."
"With two babies."
"So did I before maternity leave."
"You're better at this anyway."
"I'm doing it more. That's why I'm better."
Miles started crying.
Derek sighed like the sound offended him.
"Can't you just handle him?"
"With one arm?"
"You have another one."
"You're better at this anyway."
I went quiet.
Then he shrugged.
"You're the one who wanted kids."
My head came up.
"We wanted them. You were the one showing me nursery ideas before I was even pregnant."
"You know what I mean."
"You're the one who wanted kids."
"No, I don't, Derek. I don't even know who you are right now."
He rubbed his forehead.
"I'm exhausted, Hope. Moms don't get sick days."
I looked down at my cast.
"I'm injured."
"That's not my problem."
"I don't even know who you are right now."
I stared at him.
"I'm asking you to help me a little."
"You take care of them. That's your job."
He walked out.
