Mom, Don't Cry! Here comes a new Daddy! novel Chapter 129

Chapter 175-2

Chapter 115-2

“It won’t happen again. I’ll talk to her-”

“Will you? Because from where I’m standing, you just let her waltz in and take over. No discussion. No boundaries. Just of course, stay as long as you need.’ This is your home. too.’ ‘Whatever you say goes, because you’re my Gran and you raised me.”

The accusation stings because it’s true.

“What was I supposed to do? Say no?”

“Yes! You were supposed to say no! Or at least take a stand for me and my son. Ask me first before inviting your grandmother and your sister to move into the apartment where my son keeps his things!”

“They’re not moving in. They’re just staying temporarily-”

“How temporary? A week? A month? Until the wedding?” She laughs, but there’s no humor in it. “Or is this permanent? Is this what our life is going to be like? Your grandmother deciding what belongs and what doesn’t? Who’s acceptable and who isn’t?”

“That’s not fair.”

“None of this is fair! I came here thinking we were building something together. But it feels like I’m just being judged and despised for a past I had no control over.”

“You’re no being judged-*

‘Am I not? Because your grandmother asked me why you chose me. Why you’d settle for someone like me when you could have anyone.” Her voice breaks. “And I don’t have a good answer, Ethan. I don’t know why you’d choose this. Choose us. When it’s clearly making your family uncomfortable”

“Will they? Or will they just keep pushing until I’m exactly who they want me to be? Until I’m quiet and proper and invisible?”

“Nobody wants you to be invisible.”

“Don’t they?” She picks up the drawing again. “This is what invisible looks like. Art that’s hidden away because it’s not appropriate for guests to see. A child who’s told to stay out of adult conversations. A woman who’s adequate but not quite good enough.”

“Sabrina-”

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“I can’t do this, Ethan. I can’t spend the next however many months being tested and judged and found wanting. Jake doesn’t deserve that. I don’t deserve that.”

“What are you saying?”

She’s quiet for a long moment. When she speaks again, her voice is soft. Defeated.

“I’m saying maybe your grandmother is right. Maybe I’m not what you need.”

“Don’t do this. Don’t let her get in your head-”

“She’s not in my head. She’s in your home. In our space. Taking over before we’ve even had a chance to build something real.”

“We have built something real.”

“Have we? Or have we built something that only exists when it’s just the two of us? Because the second your family shows up, it all falls apart.”

I reach for her hand but she steps back.

“I need some space,” she says. “I need to think about whether this is actually going to work.”

“It will work. We’ll make it work.”

“That’s what I told myself about my first marriage. Right up until it didn’t.”

The comparison hits like a physical blow.

“I’m not Dustin.”

“I know you’re not. But you’re also not standing up for us. You’re letting her do whatever she wants because you’re afraid of disappointing her. And I can’t live like that. I won’t.”

She walks toward the door.

I follow. “Where are you going?”

“Home. To where Jake’s art stays on the refrigerator and I don’t have to worry about being presentable.”

“Sabrina, please-”

“Call me when your grandmother leaves. We can talk then.”

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