"So, when were you going to tell me?" Jack looked Kelsey over as she rinsed another dish. The boys were being awful quiet. Of course, Owen was in his play-pen.
Jack peaked around the corner to make sure Grady wasn't drawing on the wall. If there was a crayon to be found, well Grady would find it. He also enjoyed pulling out any baby proofing mechanism out of the wall. But he was watching Dora at the moment on the TV.
"Tell you what." She pushed a lock of dark hair behind her ear and went right on with the rest of the pots and pans. She told him she didn't trust the dishwasher on these.
"You know what." He stared at her.
"Well, you don't tell me, anything." She snapped.
"We know its not the flu. You eat like a horse." He informed her, yet she threw up usually about three every afternoon like clockwork. "You have to go to the doctor. You have too."
She looked at him as if he was the one out of his mind, not her.
"This isn't like last time. You waited forever before you went to the doctor with Owen." He reminded her. "We have insurance. You're using it."
She gave him a sullen look and he went to dry a pan.
"What?" He was puzzled. What sort of an excuse did she have this time? "OK, I don't remember doing it, but I'm sure to blame. I'm sorry." He kept staring at her.
She fretted slightly.
"It'll be different than last." He gave her a weak smile.
Kelsey just gritted. Owen started to cry then, and she went to him. Jack put the pan away and dried another.
"Fine, we'll go to the appointment together. It'll be..like a date." At least the boys would be at daycare.