Three days after giving birth, my husband took car enjoy dinner

“My mom had a whole meal being sent over from Daniel.” Tristan’s smile tightened at the edges. “Amelia, be reasonable.”

“That’s just reheated food. This is Lou Bernardine. This is an experience.”

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“My parents have been looking forward to this for months.”

“Your parents have?” I felt my voice rise and Liam stirred in his sleep.

I lowered it to a harsh whisper. “Tristan, I just pushed a human being out of my body. I haven’t slept for more than 2 hours straight in 3 days.”

“I want to go home to our bed with our son.” He walked over and perched on the edge of my bed, putting a hand on my leg.

It felt heavy, not comforting. “Sweetheart, I know you’re tired, but look, you and Liam are perfectly safe here. The hospital is the safest place you could be.”

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“A car service?” I stared at him, disbelief washing over me. “You’re going to have me and our 3-day old son take a taxi home while you take my car to a fancy dinner with your parents?”

The words hung in the air, ugly and sharp. Tristan’s face hardened.

The charming mask slipped just for a second, and I saw the impatient man beneath. “For God’s sake, Amelia, don’t be so dramatic. It’s one dinner.”

“It’s not the end of the world. It’s my car, too, you know. Or have you forgotten that we’re married?”

“I haven’t forgotten anything,” I said, my voice trembling. “I haven’t forgotten that you promised. I haven’t forgotten that this is supposed to be about us becoming a family.”Family

“This is about family,” he shot back, standing up. “My parents are family, too. They want to celebrate their grandson, and I want one damn night to feel normal again. To not be surrounded by hospital smells and talk of diaper changes. Is that too much to ask after everything I’ve given up for this?”

The phrase hit me like a physical blow. “Given up? What have you given up, Tristan?”

“Plenty,” he said, his voice rising now. “Two, my freedom, my social life. I’ve had to work twice as hard to prove I’m not just Amelia Sinclair’s husband. Do you have any idea what that’s like, to have everyone assume your success is handed to you?”

I looked at him. Truly looked at him. This man I’d loved, the man I’d chosen to be the father of my child.

He was standing in a hospital room, complaining about his ego while I held our newborn son. The absurdity, the sheer cruelty of it, stole my breath.

“Get out,” I whispered.

The fight draining out of me, replaced by a cold, hollow emptiness. He mistook my surrender for acquiescence.

The charming smile returned. “So, it settled? I’ll call for the car service.”

“You’ll be fine. I’ll be back before you know it.” He leaned over and kissed my forehead, a dry, prefuncter gesture.

Then his eyes fell on the set of keys on the bedside table. The keys to the brand new Bentley Continental GT I bought myself as a push present.

He scooped them up. “I’ll take this. Makes it easier to get my parents from their hotel.”

He jangled the keys. “See, it’s more practical.”

I couldn’t speak. I just held Liam tighter, turning my face away from him.

I heard the swish of his expensive jacket, the sound of the door opening and closing. Silence.

The room, which had felt two small moments before, now felt vast and echoing. Tears I didn’t have the energy to cry burned behind my eyes.

I looked down at Liam. His tiny fingers curled around mine. “It’s just you and me, baby,” I murmured. “Just you and me.”

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