The cups in the sink

“ All those dirty cups in the sink are yours!” His voice raised slightly as he walked out of the kitchen, an annoyed look on his face.

Sitting alone in the living area and carefully arranging a coffee table book in place, she curtly answered, “Im going to ignore what you just said,”

“ What do you mean?” He asked incredulously.

“ I mean, I’m going to ignore what you just said,”

“ But theyre all yours! You’re the only person in this house who drinks gallons of water in a day!”

“ So? Is there a rule in this house that says I must wash them straight away??” She asked angrily, aware of how bratty she must have sounded. But she was exhausted. And 6 months pregnant. And they’ve been having the same fight ever since they moved into the apartment. He calls on her mess like it’s the worst thing in the world. Funny thing is, she never complains whenever she’s the one washing his plates. Or clothes. She'd do it quietly and obediently. As a team player should. 

“ Why do you keep using so many cups anyway??”He asked frustratedly. 

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Head throbbing, she silently reached across the bedside table and checked her phone. 3.15am. Great, another night of solid sleep. Her back cracked as she slowly carried herself off the bed. Every inch of her ached angrily and tiredly as if she was hated by own joints. She walked over to the kitchen in total darkness and made herself a glass of water. The coolness of the water suddenly caused a jolt in her belly.

“ Cold huh?” She mumbled, rubbing her engorged stomach. Her question was answered by another kick. A certain warmth spread through her body as she realized that she wasn't the only one awake that night.
Night time seemed to be the baby’s favourite play time, an observation that made her nervous.

She placed the cup in the sink and slowly walked back to her bed, knowing that it was going to take her a good one hour to fall asleep again next to her husband who was snoring peacefully in his sleep.