“Before I start crying?”
“This was supposed to be our one good thing,” he said. “Everything has been one expense after another, one problem after another, and now this—”
I put a hand over my stomach. “These are our babies.”
“Maybe I go, come back rested, and then we deal with everything.”
He looked away.
“Maybe I need the time to clear my head,” he said. “Maybe I go, come back rested, and then we deal with everything.”
“You need me calm more than you need me trapped here panicking,” he added.
“You want to leave your pregnant wife on bed rest so you can clear your head?”
“I’ll call. I’ll check in. It’s not like I’m disappearing.”
“Who is going to help me?” I asked. “Who is going to get groceries? Drive me if something happens? Cook?”
My water broke just after midnight, and by dawn I was in surgery.
