Rachel pushed the muffin away without comment, turning her nose up. The bagel had enough carbs for the day; she didn't need a muffin too. "Maybe I'll have fruit later."
Taking another bite of her breakfast, she shook her head at his logic. "They're four. They should be letting us worry about looking out for them. That's a burden that they shouldn't have to take on. Not yet." Shaking her head, she looked right at him. "They're children. They need to be children right now."
At his answer, Rachel furrowed her brow incredulously, anger far from quelled. She wasn't so ignorant as to not realize that she had a tendency to overreact. Jaime usually had the best intentions. He was a wonderful man and husband, and she'd never been great at giving him the benefit of the doubt.
Which is why it was so impactful that he'd gone to a bar. "Really, Jaime? A bar? You left me and your children in the middle of the night because you wanted a drink?" She was getting louder, but she took no measures to calm herself down. "What exactly did you hope to find there? If you weren't happy here, you should have just said so. You didn't have to sneak out. We can't afford to have you sneaking out. You of all people should know that."