"Sooner or later, you'll realize that I'm right.”
My mom poked a potato with her fork.
“Well, look at you. Playing the perfect husband again.”
“I'm just making dinner, Linda,” Wade said.
“Of course. And you baked my favorite pie. How thoughtful.”
“Mom, can't you just say thank you?”
“I haven't even tasted it yet, Emily.”
"Playing the perfect husband again.”
Wade sighed but kept eating.
“So, Wade,” Mom continued, “planning to take time off when the baby's born?”
“Two weeks, hopefully. Maybe more.”
“Two weeks? How generous.”
“Mom!”
“What? I'm just asking. Emily will need help.”
"Emily will need help.”
“And she'll have it,” Wade said.
“That's what they all say.”
When he carried the plates to the sink, she muttered, “Only because I'm here. Men like him are always pretending.”
“Mom, he cooks and cleans even when you're not around!”
“Don't get used to it, honey. Men only act this good when they want something.”
