I broke my arm and asked my husband to help care for our 5-month-old twins, but he refused, telling me, “Moms don’t get sick days. You wanted kids, so you take care of them.” So I decided to teach him a lesson he would never forget.

“I have a job,” he said defensively.

“So did I before maternity leave,” I replied.

“Exactly,” Mason said instantly. “You’re home now.”

“With two babies,” I reminded him.

“You’re better at this anyway,” he added, waving a hand toward the nursery.

“I’m doing it more, and that’s why I’m better,” I explained.

Noah started crying louder in the corner. Mason sighed heavily, like the sound was an absolute insult to his ears.

“Can’t you just handle him?” he asked.

“With one arm?” I asked.

“You have another one,” he blurted out.

I went quiet, staring at him in complete disbelief. Then he shrugged his shoulders.

“You’re the one who wanted kids,” he murmured.

My head snapped up immediately. “We wanted them. You were the one showing me nursery ideas before I was even pregnant.”

“You know what I mean,” he grumbled.

“No, I don’t, Mason,” I said, feeling tears prick my eyes. “I don’t even know who you are right now.”