“Okay…is everything okay?”
I huff. “Yes. Why do you keep asking that?”
His brown eyes hold mine, steady. He swallows. “Because…you’re my wife?”
“I said I was tired, Cody. That’s all.” I pull on a T-shirt and start toward the bed, trying to ignore the way he keeps watching me.
“Okay, well tomorrow might be later. The next group’s flight isn’t coming in until seven—”
With the corner of the blanket in my hand, I lean my head back and groan. But really, I want to scream.
“You can’t be mad at me,” he says.
My eyes cut to him. “You don’t get to tell me what I can or can’t be mad about.”
He lifts his hands slightly. “I just mean—”
“No. You don’t get to do that,” I snap, pointing at him now. “I’m tired. I’m alone all day. I’m touched out and overstimulated and burnt out and doing my absolute best not to lose it, and you’re gonna stand there and say I can’t be mad?”
“You have to push through. We’re halfway done.”
“Iampushing through! If I wasn’t, I wouldn’t be here!”
His brows pull together. “What do you mean, you wouldn’t be here?”
“I mean I would’ve left. But I stay. I show up. I rock her for hours. I cry behind closed doors and still smile in front of your family. Iampushing through. So,my badif I have a frickin’ attitude sometimes.”
“Riss—”
“We haven’t eaten together in days. No Bible study. No just sitting on the couch like we used to. No sex. Nothing. And I feel like I’m the only one who feels the aftermath and actually cares!”
“Baby, I do care,” he says, voice calm, too calm for the storm inside me.
“Then prove it.”
“I can’t prove it tonight. You said you were tired. You’re going to bed.”
I shake my head, crawling under the blanket. “Exactly.”
He huffs. “Alright, fine. I’ll shower and we’ll have sex.”
“Absolutely not.”
“What? Why?”
I sit up, blood boiling. “Because that is thelastthing on that list I want right now.”
Something in him snaps.
“Alright, well, whatever then! Fine! I’m sorry I suck!” he barks, yanking the door open and shutting it behind him…hard.
And just like that, it’s silent again.
Except for the baby monitor, faintly buzzing beside me.
I lay my head down on the pillow and force my eyes shut. If I wasn’t so angry, I’d probably cry. But I’m too mad and too tired.
Chapter 44
