Tears fill Tessa's eyes, and I’m immediately overcome by guilt for yelling at her. “I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that. It's just been a really long, frustrating day for me, and I had hoped you would be happier once the nursery was all set up. I spent the entire day trying to prove I’ll be here for you and the babies."
"All you did today was prove your stubbornness, which quite frankly concerns me if I'm going to raise children with you."
"If?What is that supposed to mean?"
"Nothing. Obviously, I'm stuck raising these kids with you."
"Oh, and what a horror that is for you—to have to raise children in a palace with a husband who loves you enough to spend the entire day building cribs."
"Well, it doesn't really count if you throw it back in my face. If you think spending a day hunched over building a crib is a big deal, you should try carrying them around for nine months without being able to put them down."
We’re both silent for a minute, neither of us knowing how to maneuver our way out of this.
Finally, Tessa speaks. "You know what? I think it would be better for one of us to go sleep on the couch. Suddenly, this bed feels too small to have you in it."
"I was hoping you'd suggest that. It will be nice to have a night without listening to the sound of your snoring." I stand and pick up my pillow.
"Well, at leastyoudon’t have to listen to my off-key whistling all day!"
"I'll have you know I am considered a very talented whistler. A lot of women would be more than happy to listen to me whistling whilst I built furniture for them."
“Of course. So good of you to remind me again how lucky I am to have you, Your Highness.”
"Somebody's got to sing my praises. You certainly haven't been lately."
