Were things normal, maintaining Nora's bedtime would've been something entirely within Melody or the nurse's control. Ben had almost nothing to do with the typical routine, with the feedings and nappys, and all the rest that came with it. He got to enjoy all of the great moments with Nora and to skip out of the miserable ones. Not that he always did — Ben was the most hands on father she knew of — he just would have required permission in a normal situatuon regardless.
"Yeah, sure." She answered without giving a direct answer to his immediate question. She was obviously uneasy, her nerves getting the better of her as she began to fidget with the hem of her sleeve. Why couldn't he have just believed her back in January? Why couldn't he have believed that she never would've strayed in any other circumstance?
She dug her nails into her palms, the pain a distraction from the spiral she so rarely allowed herself to go down anymore. "Eight is fine." Melody then added, no longer looking at him.
"Yeah, sure." She answered without giving a direct answer to his immediate question. She was obviously uneasy, her nerves getting the better of her as she began to fidget with the hem of her sleeve. Why couldn't he have just believed her back in January? Why couldn't he have believed that she never would've strayed in any other circumstance?
She dug her nails into her palms, the pain a distraction from the spiral she so rarely allowed herself to go down anymore. "Eight is fine." Melody then added, no longer looking at him.