"Arthur, Billy's awake." Molly rolled over in bed, waking her husband.

"Molly, what do you want me to do? I can't breast-feed him."

"Go check his nappy, then bring him here. You can do that."

Arthur sighed as he rolled out of bed. He dearly loved his wife and baby, but this was getting to be ridiculous. Every time Bill woke up at night, his wife told him to go get the baby from the nursery and bring him to her so she could feed him. Then it was up to him to take the baby back to bed and change the dirty nappy. True, Molly was the primary caregiver during the day, but wasn't a guy permitted to sleep? He was glad he was on paternity leave, but he would be going back to work in less than a month and Bill still wasn't sleeping through the night.

"Molly, when will he be sleeping through the night?" Arthur asked the next morning over his breakfast.

"Arthur, he's been sleeping longer at night. He should be sleeping through the night by the time you go back to work."

"Are you sure? Because I think you're depending on me way too much when he wakes up."

"Yes, Arthur. Healer Sedgewick says everything's normal. He's only two months old darling."

Arthur went back to stirring the food on his plate around. He was tired and he wanted to go back to bed, but he knew Molly wouldn't let him. He had to finish building the bookcases for the family room. "Molly, I'll be in the shed." He said as he pushed his plate away and stood up.

"Arthur, aren't you going to eat?"

"I'm not hungry right now. I should be able to get those bookcases finished for you today."

"Okay. I'll bring your lunch out to you later then." Molly stood up, taking care of his breakfast dishes. After Molly had finished the dishes, she nursed Bill. When he had gone down for his afternoon nap, Molly fixed a sandwich for Arthur and took it out to him.

"Arthur?"

Arthur was busy sanding down the bookcases so he could paint them after he ate.
"Hello, Molly-girl." He said turning around.

"I brought you some lunch."

"Thank you dear. Aren't you going to eat anything?"

"I've already eaten. I see you're about done with the bookcases."

"Yeah. Did you have a particular color you wanted them painted?"

"No. You've done a beautiful job on them."

"Thank you." They stood in silence as Arthur ate, and Molly inspected the bookcases closely.

"Molly-girl, when do you want try again for another baby?"

"Arthur!"

"What?"

"Arthur, Billy's two months old. I wouldn't be able to handle two babies under a year old.
Maybe after Billy has his first birthday."

"Well, Mol, we aren't going to be young forever, you know. We can't take forever having children."

"I know. But can we at least space them out a bit?"

"Sure, darling. Thank you for lunch."

"You're welcome."