Mama B’s POV
Mama B hummed as she swayed with Ethan in her arms, the gentle morning sun filtering through the curtains. His soft baby giggles filled the living room as she bounced him slightly on her hip.
"You're getting heavy, little man," she said with a grin, kissing his temple before settling him into his favorite bouncer.
The Bennetts had made sure she had everything she needed: monitors, bottles, a small baby-proofed section of the living room, and a list from Nadyia color-coded down to nap times and snacks.
She adored these moments. The quiet. The simplicity. The joy of watching her grandbaby even if not by blood grow up.
After his bottle, Ethan had his usual burst of energy. Mama B took him outside to the garden, sitting on the porch swing while he kicked happily in his blanke
