It's not the backseat that Rachel necessarily minds. She knows that when things go down with the show or during the few months that she was rehearsing nearly non-stop, that he had to take a back seat. On top of that, part of her job was pretending to have sex with and actually kissing other men. It sucks being an actress' husband too, and Rachel knows that. Not being his first priority against his job isn't really her major concern right now. It's the fact that on top of all of that, on top of their jobs shifting their priorities and stopping them both from having what they really want, his isn't even letting him take care of himself. Yes, she misses him and wishes they had more time together, but he puts his life in danger just setting foot in this building on a regular basis (who knows when some crazy is going to to come get revenge with an AK? The odds seem higher here than at a school or a movie theater). They can't let him get a hot dog from the corner? Seriously?
"Noah." Rachel huffs. He'd rather use it now, but she'd rather him save it. Use it later when he'd have a month, maybe even more, saved up. After the baby is born (because damn it, all they need is a couple of days. She knows it.) and he's really needed at home. A month for the two of them to get acclimated. That's her ideal. A month where he doesn't get called out in the middle of the night and wake the baby up on his way out (because she knows it'll happen. The amount of times he's slammed his knee into the doorframe trying to hop into his pants on the way out so he doesn't wake her up...)
His question upsets her much more than his questions usually do and she sits her food down on the table. "Why do you do that?" She snaps. "Why do you ask me things like that, Noah? Jesus, I already don't get to see you, can we have 10 minutes together without your ego getting in the way?" Maybe it's just the straw that broke the camel's back because she's sniffling. "I married you. Not Brody. If I wanted Brody, with everything that's been going on, if he was really better than you and I cared, that's where I'd be. Not eating halfway decent thai in a smelly police station with the husband I haven't seen in days."
"...Fine." She has to admit, it does sound fun. And Sunday would be a good night, since everyone's off Monday, and those with kids will be child free the next morning because of school.
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Date: 2013-02-05 07:08 pm (UTC)"Noah." Rachel huffs. He'd rather use it now, but she'd rather him save it. Use it later when he'd have a month, maybe even more, saved up. After the baby is born (because damn it, all they need is a couple of days. She knows it.) and he's really needed at home. A month for the two of them to get acclimated. That's her ideal. A month where he doesn't get called out in the middle of the night and wake the baby up on his way out (because she knows it'll happen. The amount of times he's slammed his knee into the doorframe trying to hop into his pants on the way out so he doesn't wake her up...)
His question upsets her much more than his questions usually do and she sits her food down on the table. "Why do you do that?" She snaps. "Why do you ask me things like that, Noah? Jesus, I already don't get to see you, can we have 10 minutes together without your ego getting in the way?" Maybe it's just the straw that broke the camel's back because she's sniffling. "I married you. Not Brody. If I wanted Brody, with everything that's been going on, if he was really better than you and I cared, that's where I'd be. Not eating halfway decent thai in a smelly police station with the husband I haven't seen in days."
"...Fine." She has to admit, it does sound fun. And Sunday would be a good night, since everyone's off Monday, and those with kids will be child free the next morning because of school.