“Wow…that looks wonderful… No! Hey don’t cry! Please, it looks wonderful! See I’m eating it right now.”
“Mark..” Zoey mumbled before looking down and shaking her head. Post-partum hormones were getting the best of her. She was so sick of him eating take out but she managed to burn their dinner when she was breast feeding their daughter and she couldn’t get their lasanga out of the oven in time. “Come stop it. You’ll get sick.” Zoey sniffled and wiped her eyes as she moved to take him plate. “Just order pizza or something because I’m a crap wife who can’t be a good mom and make dinner...” She looked down and she crossed her arms over her chest as she sobbed. “And my boobs are leaking and I’m tired and I just...I’m sorry.” She sobbed.












