Chapter 5

I finally gave birth to a big, healthy boy.

It was a natural birth, which saved quite a bit of money.

Lucas was very happy. His parents also came to the hospital to see me and their grandson.

"Good, very good. Take good care of Amelia, she's been through a lot," my mother-in-law said, then ran off faster than a rabbit, afraid I'd ask her to help with my postpartum recovery.

Lucas didn't react immediately.

"Your parents will help with your postpartum recovery, right?"

"Let's hire a postpartum nanny. We'll split the cost."

"I don't have money for a nanny. Isn't your mom retired? She's free anyway."

"What about your mom? Isn't she free at home too? Why did she run away?"

Lucas sighed reluctantly.

"She's not in good health. It wasn't easy for her to raise me. Besides, my sister-in-law is also pregnant with twins. My mom needs to cook for her."

"Your mom never cooked a single meal for me when I was pregnant."

"Why bother about that? You wouldn't have liked her cooking anyway."

Lucas stopped arguing with me and went out to take a call.

I actually really didn't like my mother-in-law's cooking, but I just wanted to make a point.

When I'm generous, you nitpick with me.

When I nitpick, you talk about being generous.

Hmph, such double standards.

In the end, my mom compromised. She moved in with me to take care of me and her grandson.

Lucas was quite happy about it. He moved into the study, living just like before he became a father.

When I asked him to change diapers, he frowned and said he didn't know how.

My mom quickly came over.

"I'll do it, I'll do it!"

When I asked him to prepare postpartum meals, he again claimed he didn't know how.

My mom looked up recipes online herself.

"I'll do it, I'll do it!"

"Mom, we agreed to split expenses. You're helping me, not him. He should be doing these things!"

My mom glared at me, her eyes conveying many meanings.

"We're all family."

Lucas found an excuse to back down and hurried out to buy groceries.

"Mom, if you spoil him like this, when my recovery is over and you go back, this child will be left to me alone."

My mom sighed.

"You should have opened your eyes before marriage. After marriage, you make do with what you have. You've got it backwards."

I was choked up by my mom's words, unable to argue back.

"I really want to get a divorce!"

"Don't think like that. You're in postpartum recovery now, your hormones are dropping, it's easy to get depressed. Wait until you can take care of yourself and feel better, then you'll be able to handle things. We can't let Tommy be born into a family without a father."

I looked at the sleeping baby. He was so cute.

Ah, I couldn't bear it.