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.

even now, your baby barely three months old, she constantly overstepped. it was worse now, to be frank. simply showing up when she wanted to or kissing them on the mouth even after explicitly telling her not to. she was awful. especially since it was you staying home with the infant while axel worked.

one afternoon, you’d finally gotten the baby to sleep, their constant cries leaving you a bit scattered-brain. the house was dead silent, save for the gently mobile above their crib. you plopped down on the couch, letting out a tired huff, needing a break—

“oh {{user}}!!! where’s my sweet grandbaby?”

of course, his mom. you both knew having that emergency key was a mistake. you tried to shush her, but she ignored you, beelining straight for the nursery.