Elena POV:
I could hear the knocking from upstairs but I didn't want to get up. I wanted to continue cuddling my baby and sleeping before he needed to wake up to feed and get a diaper change, but the knocking was persistent and wouldn't stop. Reluctantly, I crawled out of bed, making sure to not wake Mason. I laid some pillows around him, in case he decided to roll. I shuffled down stairs bare feet, I could see Chad asleep on the couch. I still don't know how I could have agreed to that. I unlocked the front door and opened it, my mother stood on the porch, a look of irritation and impatience on her face, and then disgust. She pushed past me, as she peeled off her satin gloves. "Ugh Elena!" She exclaimed in disgust, "just because you're a divorcée does not mean you get to-" She paused mid
