Chapter 4 - TooWhen Weston finally walked through the door, I met him in the kitchen. "I need you to bathe the boys tonight."
He dropped his keys in the bowl by the door. "I literally just got home, Hope. Don't you think you're being a little ridiculous?"
"I know you just got home."
"Skip the baths."
"They need them."
"Use a warm washcloth. That's what tired mothers do."
"Weston."
He sighed. "I've been working all day."
"So have I."
He looked at me like I'd said something absurd. "Why should I have to come home and take care of the kids too?"
I stopped. "Too?"
"What?"
"You said 'too.'"
"So?"
"You actually think taking care of them is something I do after my day?"
"You stay home."
"With Callum and Rhett."
"You stay home and basically do nothing all day."
Normally I would have defended myself — listed the feedings, the diaper changes, the laundry, the bottles, the appointments, the naps, the crying, the cleaning. This time, I didn't. I simply said, "Okay."
Weston frowned. "Okay what?"
"Nothing."
"Don't do that calm thing."
"What calm thing?"
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"That thing where you suddenly stop talking."
He knew I hated conflict. Usually I kept explaining myself until everyone felt comfortable again. Mostly him. But that night, I stopped.
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