„Zanim wróciłeś do pracy.”
Zaśmiałem się, ale nie było w tym nic śmiesznego.
“So, after it was too late for me to do anything?”
His mother interrupted.
“I told him I could watch the baby.”
I looked at her.
“This isn’t about whether you’re capable of watching her.”
“Then what is it about?”
“It’s about the fact that he and I made a decision together, and he changed it behind my back.”
Caleb rubbed his forehead.
“Jess, we’re paying a ridiculous amount for daycare when Mom is willing to help.”
“That wasn’t your decision to make alone.”
“I know.”
“Do you?”
The baby monitor clipped to my waistband crackled.
All three of us went quiet.
I listened until my daughter settled again.
When I turned back, Caleb’s mother had folded her arms.
“You need to think practically.”
“I was thinking practically. That’s why I arranged daycare months ago.”
“You’re making this bigger than it needs to be.”
“No. He made it bigger when he lied to me.”
Caleb stepped between us.
“Can we stop? She just had the baby.”
I stared at him.
“Don’t use the fact that I just gave birth to make me sound unreasonable.”
“I didn’t say that.”
“You didn’t need to.”
He looked away.
I was furious, but at least the conversation I’d overheard seemed to make sense.
They’d been discussing childcare.
“She can never know.”
Caleb hadn’t wanted me to know he’d canceled daycare.
It was dishonest, but at least I had an explanation.
At least, that’s what I thought.
For the next few days, things between Caleb and me stayed tense.
He apologized, but he also kept insisting that canceling daycare made financial sense.
“We can put that money toward the mortgage,” he said one evening.
“We could also have discussed that like married adults.”
“I know.”
“You keep saying that after you do something.”
He went quiet.
I didn’t want another fight.
I barely had enough energy to shower, feed the baby, and remember whether I’d eaten lunch.
Eventually, I stopped arguing because I was exhausted.
A few days later, his mother came over again.
This time, Caleb let her in.
I was upstairs with the baby when I heard them arguing in the hallway.
At first, I ignored it.
Then I heard her say something that made me stop rocking the baby.
“You told me it was over.”
Silence.
Then Caleb spoke.
“Mom, not here.”
“No. I’m done covering for you.”
I froze.
Covering for him?
I stood quickly, and the baby stirred against my chest.
I started toward the stairs.
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