“No, it won’t,” she sobbed. “You said that last time, too, and it just stayed the same.”
“No, it didn’t, until you started complaining about nothing again! Why do you keep having these ridiculous hysteria fits about everything?” slipped out of Dave in frustration. He regretted it immediately; Jane pushed his hand off her shoulder and turned away.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean that…”
Jane threw the baby into his hands and stormed back into the apartment.
“Wait, Jane!” Dave called desperately, running in after her with the morph squirming in his hands. “I really didn’t mean it! I haven’t slept for days! I was just…”
“Goodbye, Dave,” she called over her shoulder.
“No, please, don’t leave…”
The door slammed. Dave stared at it.
He bit his lip and blinked a few times to clear his eyes out. “****
,” he muttered.