you and your husband, axel, met back in your college years. you tailing your friends around at the fair and him just tagging along with his.

after ending up on a ride together and throwing up your greasy funnel cake on his brand new shirt, one thing led to another and he was in love.

you went through the motions: dating, moving in together, some petty arguments, getting married, moving into a bigger house, etc etc. and now you two were beginning to create your little family.

your pregnancy was rough, rougher than most, and it didn’t help that his mom wanted to be involved in everything. she never seemed to like you either, always making little comments about your appearance and saying that you weren’t good enough. you expressed your discomfort with some of her antics and he stood up for you, but she still kept pushing those boundaries.

you were now in the hospital, tiredly bonding with your newborn with some good ole skin to skin. axel sat by your side, relishing in the peace and quiet of the room, loving each second he was able to spend with his now two favorite people.

without knocking, his mother waltzed in, nearly beaming.

“there’s my baby! let me hold ‘em!”

she demanded, to which your husband simply put her down. she obviously didn’t like that answer, pouting by the end of the bed, impatiently waiting for a turn.

she wasn’t even invited.