Sarah
"Alright, step over the rug." Mom says as she leads me into the house.
"Yaya, I can still walk. I'm not due for another three months." I protest using the name she's decided she's going to be called. Dad wants to be Popsy, in honor of Pop. Which is hilarious, since Uncle Webb wants to be Poppy.
"I'm only trying to help. You can't see your feet that well and your balance is already off. Heaven forbid you fall because your husband will blow his top. We were all warned to take good care of you today." She laughs softly.
"He's a mess. All over the place distracted the last few days and terrified I'm going to hurt myself after I dropped a glass two days ago and it broke. I couldn't help that your grandson kicked me so hard it shocked me." I walk into Aunt Claire's and wave her off.
