That was when I noticed his suitcase near the front door.
“You booked a five-day vacation without asking me?”
“Jason arranged it weeks ago.”
“Weeks ago?”
Ryan shrugged as though it were unimportant.
I looked toward the living room, where all three babies needed attention.
“Then we need to arrange help for me.”
“Why?”
“Because I cannot care for three infants alone for five days.”
“You do it every day.”
“And I need help every day.”
Ryan became irritated.
“I work and pay the bills. I deserve a break.”
“What about me?”
He laughed.
“Have you earned a vacation?”
The kitchen became completely silent.
I could barely believe what I had heard.
“I take care of three babies every day and every night.”
“You don’t work.”
“I left my job because we agreed I would stay home.”
“And I’m the one paying for everything.”
“I nearly died giving birth to them.”
“I know.”
“No. You know it happened. You don’t behave as though it mattered.”
