Love, Rose [S.M]

Safe and sound

Hi babies,

First and foremost, sorry for my absence. Due to some family drama I was not in the right headspace to write.

Luckily, everything has settled down a bit, so I will start posting chapters again.

With love, M.
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"Rose, are you actually listening to me?." My mom's annoying voice enters my eardrums. She has been here for less than 3 hours and she is already annoying the living daylight out of me.

Before the clock had even the chance to hit 9 A.M my house was already filled up with family members. Do not get me wrong, I love to have family around me. I am a family person however, after giving birth less than 24 hours ago, I would not have minded if they had stayed away for a couple of more hours.

"What mom?." My words come out far more annoyed than I intended them to be but hey, give me some slack. I have spend all night watching over my son like some lunatic. Every sound and every little squick he made was a reason for me to be with awake again. I have read too many books about cot death. There is absolutely no way that is going to happen to my child. Nothing is going to happen to him if you ask me.

She narrows her eyes at me but wisely keeps her mouth shut. She knows that I am a ticking time bomb whenever I do not get enough sleep. The smallest thing is enough to set me off and we all know by know that, that shit is not pretty. Especially my mom.

"I asked you if you were planning on throwing a party."

What the hell? A party? I am glad that I am still able to stand up. It is good that Maria went out for some groceries otherwise she would smack me for being out of bed. Maria acts more like my mom than my mom does. This woman is talking about throwing a party while my vagina is stitched up.
"Party?".- I raise my eyebrow at her, testing her. "Do you actually think..."-

"Your mother probably means that if you are planning on celebrating James his arrival into this world." Karen jumps to my moms rescue as she enters the living room with a bottle for James in her hands.

She hands Shawn the bottle of milk as he has James in his arms, who is impatiently waiting for his dad to feed him. That is my boy.
"His arrival is something to be celebrated, right."- she continues as she takes a seat next to me on the couch. "I am sure your mother did not meant anytime soon, since you still have some healing to do."- she winks at me and squeezes my knee, before turning her head to my mother who is sitting across from us, in one of the armchairs. "Is that not what you meant to say, Susan?."

"Yes, of course.".- she has no other choice then to agree with Karen, otherwise she would look like a bitch. "I remember what it was like giving birth. Nonetheless, I do not remember being out for more than a week. So, Rose would not be either."

Does this woman really thinks she is going to decide whenever my body is healed. If she thinks she can come in and rule my house like this is her house, she is in for a whole lot of shit. Literally.

"Well..."-. my eyes snap to Shawn, since this is the first time he opens his mouth since this whole discussion has started. Shawn does not often interfere with one of the many discussions I have with my mother but, when he does... the boy stings hard and quick. "Every women heals differently and in their own time. So, it is up to Rose if we are going to have people over to celebrate our child. Since she is the one who has put him on this planet and nobody else." Shawn casually says and then continue with feeding James like nothing has been said. "And it's Christmas next week and Rose her birthday afterwards, so I think we have enough on the schedule for now."

It is moments like this that remind me how much I am in love with my husband.

My mom narrows her eyes at Shawn for a second. I am sure that she does not like the way he speaks to her but too bad. This is our home and if she does not like it, she knows her way out. Believe me, nobody is going to stop her.