“Do you know that? Have you asked them? Surely they must understand that you have two children now? One a baby?”

“No,” Mack admitted. “But how long are they going to be accommodating? How long until it becomes a burden to them.” They had helped before because they had really wanted her. But what if there was someone just as good as her without any commitments, who did not have to worry about children?

“I mean, how did they contact you? What did they say, exactly?”

“They wrote me to see if I would be interested. And I said that I was. We’ve been in contact since I left. And I’ve been in contact with them more often lately to help that kid, Walt, I was telling you about. Besides, I don’t want to burn any bridges. You know that best of all.” She gestured toward him. Her husband’s business was all about contacts and staying, well, in contact with them. She was doing the same thing.

“…But it did happen. And it did require that I practically shut up shop for two months. It isn’t a matter of blame, love. It’s just hard facts.”

Mack shrugged. “Well, you have never really seemed happy about it. You keep saying it’s fine but whenever it’s mention you always have to throw in how it’s affected work.” She understood that. Now he knew how she felt having to completely quit work since Thomas was born.

“This is true. I’m not denying it. And I will be bankrupt, darling.”

She opened her mouth to counter that and closed it. What was she supposed to say? He was right. She would be working, paying the bills, and he would be out of a job, a job that apparently wasn’t so easy to bounce back from.

“…And I know you support me. But I’m not willing to flush everything I’ve built up down the loo the first time somebody snaps his fingers at you!”

“I know that, Godfrey! I know! I don’t want you to have to sacrifice that either.” She threw her arms up. “Alors qu'est-ce que sommes-nous censés faire? Le deux d'entre nous veulent travailler, mais l'un de nous doit rester avec les enfants! Que sont censés faire? Tirage au sort pour décider lequel d'entre nous se met au travail et que l'on ne le fait pas?”

When she was finished with that tirade she sank down onto the couch. “Af̱tó eínai i̱líthio,” she then muttered, switching from French to Greek. It was all stupid. And now Godfrey was telling her it wasn’t fair for them to ask their parents to watch the kids either.

Mack sighed and waved a hand for him to shut the hell up while she thought. She sighed again after a few minutes. “I could see if they are willing to have a nanny for Thomas like they did for Chrissa.” She looked up at him. “And I’m sure Liam Would love to have Chris more…Though, anything that makes him happy isn’t fucking worth it.” Slumping down, she dropped her head back on the couch’s cushions.
 
"I guess it's stay at home mum for me."  
 

Translation one: Then what the hell are we supposed to do? The both of us want to work but one of us has to stay with the kids! What are supposed to do? Draw lots to decide which one of us gets to work and which one doesn't?

Translation two: This is stupid.

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