When Our Baby Spiked A High Fever, My Husband Called His Overprotective Mother Before Anyone Else
“She needs both of her parents right here.”
Sylvia reached around my shoulder, her sharp fingers stretching out to pinch the dark fabric of Ethan’s sleeve.
“He has thirty minutes of sleep left if he comes home with me right now, Rachel,” Sylvia declared, her voice ringing loudly over the steady buzz of the vending machines.
“You’re being completely unreasonable.”
“I’m asking the man I married to stand beside me right now,” I said to Ethan, ignoring her sharp tone completely.
“Are you a husband and a father, or are you still a child living under your mother’s protection?”