Hard.
“That’s an archaic point of view,” Walker said. “If I had kids and my wife wanted to work, that would be fine with me.”
“Are you kidding me?” Fay glared. “Are you suggesting I need your permission?” She pushed his hand off her bare leg.
“No. That came out wrong. I’m sorry.” Walker convened a genuine sense of regret both in his tone and through the softness in his eyes.
“You should be,” she said.
“What I meant to say was that each family gets to make those decisions for themselves and it’s not for any of us to judge.” Walker words were kind and meaningful, but she was sure they fell on deaf ears.
“It’s not a judgment. It’s what I believe and I’m not going to make apologies for it,” Lee said, waving his hand across the table in a dismissive gesture. He took a big swig of his beverage. “I also don’t want to argue with either of you. We have a difference of opinion about this, and we always will. It doesn’t mean I don’t think Tequila can’t do her job. I know for a fact she was excellent at it. Before she became a mom.” Lee held up his finger. “Her focus is split now.”
“Okay. Stop right there. And her husband’s focus isn’t split?” Fay asked with sarcasm laced on every single syllable. “Oh, wait. Because he has a dick he’s wired differently.”
“Exactly,” Lee said. “Glad we cleared that up.”
Fay glanced at Walker, who shook his head.
He was right. There was no point in arguing. This wasn’t even a conversation. Lee didn’t see her. He didn’t hear her. He couldn’t care less what she thought. His manhood was threatened by smart, intelligent women working in his shared space.
“You know what, babe,” she said, leaning into Walker. “If we ever have children, I think you should stay home while I support us.”
“You might be able to talk me into that.”
Lee mumbled something before downing the rest of his drink.
Walker laughed.
It was going to be an interesting few days with the three of them cohabitating.