Him: (stroking my hair in bed) Oh, look at that! You got something sparkly in your ear.
Me: (touching the stud earrings I was wearing) Um… yeah. (listening to the monitor from our older son’s room) I bought these with that gift card my mom got me for my birthday.
Him: It’s nice. It makes your ears all pretty.
Me: (glancing at the other baby monitor on my side of the bed) I know. Sometimes it’s nice to feel pretty.
Him: Well you should wear them more often!
Me: (looking at the clock) I do.
Me: (calculating the time before the baby’s next feeding) I have been.
Him: Have been what?
Me: (looking dead at him) Wearing them.
Me: I put them on in the car after I bought them…
Me: For my birthday…
Him: *blink blink*
Me: Three months ago…
Him: *blink blink blink*
Me: I haven’t taken them off. Ever.
Him: Well, yeah!
Me: (side eyeing him) Mm hm.
Him: Pshh… (shrug)… yeah… of course… good… (smile)… I know…
Me: I mean, I really haven’t taken them off at-
Him: Shhhh. Shushie. Enough with the talking. It’s make out time.
Me: Seriously… have you not noticed these at-
Him: (cupping my face) Nuh uh uh uh… we said it would be make out time, not fighting time. This is the time… the only time we have…
I thought about being mad at him. I thought about complaining for the bazillionth time about him not paying attention… not caring… not noticing what I say or do.
Him: (wiggling a finger at my ears) There small. They’re little… tiny… sparkly things.
And I realized we hadn’t been that close… physically… in front of each other… looking at each other in the face, in a really long time. I couldn’t remember the last time we had looked, and taken each other in.
He had tried, I think. But for the bazillionth time, I didn’t pay attention… didn’t care… didn’t notice.
Him: Stop. It’s make out time.
And it was.
So we did.