“Mason, please,” I said.
He let out a loud sigh. “I’ve been working all day.”
“So have I,” I replied.
He looked at me like I had said something completely insane. “Why should I have to come home and take care of the kids too?”
I stopped moving entirely. “Too?”
“What?” he snapped.
“You said ‘too,’” I pointed out. “You think this is what I do after my day?”
“You stay home,” he said simply. “You stay home with Liam and Noah, doing nothing all day.”
For once in my life, I did not defend myself or list everything I had accomplished. I just looked at him and said, “Okay.”
Mason frowned deeply. “Okay what?”
“Nothing,” I murmured.
He stared at me, visibly uneasy. “Don’t do that calm thing.”
“What calm thing?” I asked.
“The thing where you stop talking,” he said.
He knew that I hated conflict and usually kept talking until everybody felt better, mostly him. But this time, I said nothing more.
