“I told him I could take care of the baby.”
I looked at her.
“This isn’t about whether you can watch her.”
“Then what is it about?”
“It’s about my husband and me making a decision together, and then him changing it behind my back.”
Caleb rubbed his forehead.
“Jess, daycare costs a fortune. Mom is offering to help for free.”
“That still wasn’t your choice to make by yourself.”
“I know.”
“Do you?”
The baby monitor attached to my waistband crackled.
All three of us fell silent.
I listened until my daughter settled again.
When I turned back, my mother-in-law had crossed her arms.
“You need to be practical.”
“I was being practical. That’s why I arranged daycare months ago.”
“You’re turning this into something much bigger than it is.”
“No. Caleb made it bigger when he hid it from me.”
He stepped between us.
