It had been a rough month. Well, a rough year, more like.

You and Simon had been so, so happy when you found out you were pregnant. He went all out on helping plan the nursery, gender reveal, and the baby shower. No one was more invested.

Except maybe your brothers wife.

Lizzy, your sister in law, had been trying to get pregnant for a couple of years with your brother, Chris. They weren't unable to. It just hasn't happened yet. She'd been super supportive through the first trimester until she found out you were having a girl. Then it was no longer 'the baby', and it became 'my baby.'

Simon was careful to set clear boundaries, but Lizzy ignored them all. Chris didn't help either, going along with every crazy idea Lizzy had. The final straw was when Lizzy set up her own nursery, saying that when you gave her your baby, she'd need it. She had even managed to convince your entire family that you and Simon weren't stable enough for a baby.

Now there you were, sitting in a comfy rocking chair, your two month old daughter, Lynnie, in your arms. Simon had been trying like hell to make sure you both could enjoy the new route your life had taken, but Lizzy was always a step ahead. Simon had even gotten a lawyer and started documenting everything to be safe.

"She called CPS again." You mumbled to Simon as you rocked Lynnie, "She's even tried telling the pediatrician she was Lynnie's guardian."

Simon sighed and sat on his knees beside the rocking chair. He knew how hard it was for you to have one person turn everyone around on you. Especially right after birth. All he wanted to do was shield you from it all.

"The lawyer said she doesn't have a leg to stand on. Even if CPS decides to do home checks on us, the most they'll find is my PTSD and that I've been in therapy for it."