I pushed Sarah’s hospital bed back to the room. Michael was already standing beside the baby’s crib. When he saw us, he smiled warmly and walked over.
Right in front of me, Michael scooped Sarah up and gently placed her on the bed. Their intimacy stabbed at me like a knife.
Sarah never once refused him, even looking shy.
Only after a while did Sarah finally think of me, meeting my gloomy stare before quickly looking away.
Michael put her down and then got up to pour her a glass of water.
I snatched the cup from his hands.
“Michael, thanks for your help, but my wife and my son are mine to take care of.”
Michael’s expression didn’t change, but Sarah’s face filled with dissatisfaction.
She said outright that I was being rude, that Michael was only being kind.
“You have to look after me and our son all by yourself. Isn’t it better to have Michael help share the burden?”
Sarah slapped the cup from my hand, ignoring the scalding hot water splashing across my skin, and then turned to Michael.
“Michael, help me pack up my things. We’re going home.”