"Then what was it like, Jaime?" Rachel said harshly, fighting to keep her tone steady. She technically understood what he was saying when he expressed his desire for the twins to say close to each other, but in her confused, angry mind, it just sounded like a contingency. Like he didn't assume that they'd make it together for the long haul, so it was best that their children prepare for the worst. It just made her feel that much more irritated. "Because I'm honestly not seeing what's not to worry about. My husband can't sleep, so he goes to bars in the middle of the night? You could have gone out on the deck, or down in our very well furnished lobby, or anywhere in the world, but you chose a bar?
"And for that matter, why is this the first I'm hearing about your trouble sleeping and Rory waking up? When exactly did you stop telling me things like this?" She sighed, her sadness slowly overriding her anger. "I just need answers, Jaime. Just explain this to me, because I'm honestly not understanding."