“Not yet.”
“Mel, this is ridiculous.”
“I know.”
“Then why are we staying?”
I glanced around the room.
My two closest friends had traveled across town to celebrate with me. There were presents stacked on the gift table. People had made arrangements to attend.
And Diane stood in the middle of everything, glowing with happiness.
I lowered my voice.
“I don’t want our son to be born into a fight between his mother and his only grandmother. Let’s skip the remaining games, open the presents, and go home.”
Levi looked at me for several seconds.
“Fine. But if she crosses another line, I’m stepping in.”
I nodded.
What he didn’t know was that something inside me had already changed.
I wasn’t enjoying the shower anymore.
I wasn’t even trying to convince myself that Diane meant well.
I was simply enduring it because I thought that was the price of keeping peace in our family.
