A familiar voice spoke beside me.
“You couldn’t sit at home either, huh?”
I turned. Betty stood next to me, arms crossed.
“I’ve been trying to catch them to apologize,” she admitted. “But they’re too busy.”
I sighed.
“We should wait. No need to ruin their evening now.”
Betty exhaled sharply. “But we have to apologize.
I want to be allowed to see my future grandson.”
I crossed my arms. “Granddaughter. In our family, girls are always born first.”
Betty scoffed.
“Not in ours. It’s always boys.”
For the first time in weeks, I laughed. We were already arguing over grandchildren who didn’t even exist yet.
I looked at her.
She looked at me.
“Oh, we’re going to have a rough time together, mother-in-law,” I said, shaking my head.
“Tell me about it,” Betty muttered.
Then, she sighed, watching Kira and Marcus. “But as long as they’re happy, that’s all that matters.”
I nodded, my eyes fixed on my daughter. She looked happier than ever.
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