Page 72 of Bullied Pregnant Mate

She softly smiled, and I expected her to argue, but she didn't. It just showed how exhausted she was herself. Gina had been taking care of Joseph like a doting mother.

As Gina slipped out of the room, I sat down in the rocking chair and stared at Joseph. He was quiet as I rocked him,holding him up slightly so he could burp as I patted his back. He was a little bigger than my hand, and I was careful, not wanting to hurt him.

The house was quiet, with nothing but the wind outside. I wasn't worried either. We put up the invisible fence a month ago, and Gina put in her security system. If anyone walked on our land, I would know it.

I rocked, listening to Joseph's soft sounds. He was small, barely two months old.

I thought of my phone call to my mother when Joseph was born. She'd been overjoyed and cried. I wasn't sure if she told my father, and I was unsure how he would react. My father wasn't a fan of Gina since she was the weakest person in our pack. But he'd be wrong to think she wasn't worthy of me.

I pushed the thought aside and allowed myself to enjoy the bliss. I wasn't sure how long it would last, with how tense everything had gotten since the attack on Gina.

The next morning, there was a knock on the door. I was sitting with Joseph in a chair in the dining room, and Gina was cooking breakfast. We both looked at each other, confused. Clearly, neither of us was expecting anyone.

"I'll get it," I said, pulling myself up. I walked towards the door and opened it. My eyes widened as my mother stood in the doorway. Her eyes immediately went to Joseph, and her mouth dropped open in shock.

"Oh my goodness! He's even cuter than the pictures."

I searched for words and then looked at the car, wondering if my father was with her, but it seemed it was just her. "Mom, what are you doing here?"

"What, I can't visit my son and his wife with their new baby?" she asked, throwing daggers at me.

I just stood frozen when Gina appeared out of the dining room, her eyes directly on my mother. She seemed unsure of what to say and what to do. I had told Gina about my parents, but she had yet to meet them, and it wasn't a meeting I was planning to happen anytime soon.

"Mom, what are you doing here? Don't you guys have stuff?"

I didn't expect my parents to come down and see the baby; after almost two months, I didn't expect to see them. I didn't think my father was happy about the fact I was married to Gina and had a child with her.

"Your father and I aren't on speaking terms," my mother said plainly as she stepped into the house.

My eyebrows went up. It wasn't like they hadn't done that before, but it had been a while since the last time they had a big fight.

My mother looked at Gina and softly smiled. "Can I hold him?"

I was even more shocked. I looked at Gina, who looked at me and then back at my mother. She nodded, and slowly, I handed Joseph over.

My mother rocked him, a smile on her face. She didn't look at me while she spoke. "Your father was furious when I told him. Told me he would never accept the baby."

I ground my teeth together when my mother looked up. "You wanna take a photo? I need to send this to him just to piss him off."

I scowled at my mother. "I don't want to be part of this. I'm not going to get between you and Dad. Whatever you two have going on, leave us out of it."

My mother simply shrugged. "Your father will have two choices. He can either drive his ass down here and join us and put his own personal feelings aside for once."

"Or?" Gina asked, stopping a few feet away from us.

My mother shrugged. "Or I'm leaving him." My mother walked further into the house, taking Joseph with her into the living room. Gina looked at me, "Did I hear her right?"

I didn't have words. And ran a hand through my hair. "No, we heard her right."

"Is she serious? Would she leave your father?"

I looked at my mother, watching her rock Joseph in her arms as she walked around the living room. She smiled happily; I couldn't remember the last time she'd smiled that wide.

"No, she's serious." The question was if my father would take her seriously or not.

After the shock of my mother's arrival, we relaxed. My mother was planning to stay for a couple of days, having been wanting to come down for a few weeks now.

Gina was in the kitchen as I sat with my mother. The sun was setting, and Joseph was asleep upstairs.

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