I looked away from her eyes. Mom did not lecture me. She simply stepped in and helped with the boys, washed all the dirty bottles, prepared a nice dinner, and left only after we had finished eating.
That night, Noah woke up crying first. A few minutes later, Liam followed with his own loud cries. I nudged Mason with my knee.
“Can you take Liam?” I asked.
He rolled onto his stomach, burying his face in the pillow. “I have work.”
“So?” I asked.
“I have to be up in four hours,” he mumbled into the sheets.
Liam’s crying grew louder down the hall.
“So do I,” I said.
“No, you don’t,” he countered instantly.
I froze in bed. “What does that mean?”
“You can sleep when they sleep,” he said coldly.
I almost laughed out loud at the absurdity. Instead, I swung my legs over the edge of the mattress and got up. Liam was still crying loudly when Mason pulled the blanket tightly over his shoulder and went back to sleep.
