“She finally answered,” Mrs. Bedford said into her phone while giving me an unpleasant look. “No need to worry. I’ll take care of it.”
She hung the phone up then slid it into her purse. “It’s almost twelve in the afternoon. Don’t tell me you were still sleeping.”
“Mrs. Bedford, what are you doing here?” I asked, ignoring pleasantries. I was irritated and not in the mood to play nice.
She gave me a once over. “If you let me in, I’ll tell you.” My hand on the doorknob tightened, but I took a step back and allowed her in.
Mrs. Bedford walked in with her head high. Soon as she was inside, Princess approached her, sniffing her. She glanced down at Princess and furrowed her brows before giving me her attention again.
“My son informed me that you were off today, so I figured I’d swing by so we could talk.”
“Talk?” I repeated slowly, narrowing my eyes.
Mrs. Bedford adjusted her purse strap on her shoulder. “Yosiah made it clear that he plans on making your marriagework and if I want to be around my grandchild I need to get along with you.”
Her reasoning for being here surprised me. I knew Yosiah had spoken to his mom since we’d revealed my pregnancy but I didn’t think he would make her form a truce with me. We didn’t discuss the disagreement at his parents’ house once we left. While I stood on if she continued to disrespect me there was no room in my child’s life for her, I wasn’t going to force the issue on Yosiah either. He could deal with his mom without me or my baby.
“Now.” She paused and gave me a once over again. “I imagine you’re hungry and you need to feed my grandbaby. So get dressed and I’ll wait for you down here.”
Side eyeing her, I was still defensive about her motives for being here. If she came to argue and try and belittle me, she was in for a rude awakening. After accepting that my parents were pieces of shit, I wouldn’t allow anyone else’s to play with me, including my husband’s.
Mrs. Bedford pulled her phone out and glanced at the screen. “Hurry now. I have things to do later and I would like for us to talk sooner rather than later.”
My mouth turned upside down. “You are aware that you popped up on me while I was sleeping, right? You don’t get to rush me.”
She stared at me blankly. Seeing she wasn’t going to go away until I agreed to go with her, I huffed, rolled my eyes, and spun on my heels, stalking to the steps. “Come, Princess!” I called out, not looking back or waiting for her to follow.
Yosiah could have at least warned me that his mom was going to storm in making demands. I appreciated him being on my side, but I didn’t like being caught off guard like this.
First going into his room, I located my phone. Sitting on the bed, I unlocked it, ignoring all the notifications except Yosiah’s.
Hubby
My mom’s on her way over to talk to you. She agreed to play nice, so I need you to too. For our baby’s sake. Please try and make amends with her.
There were also two missed calls from him. I checked the time and saw he’d sent this an hour ago.
I was about to reply to him when a call from him came through instead.
“Hubby,” I answered, standing and walking toward his door to head to my room.
“You’re finally up. Is my mom still there?”
I rolled my eyes. “Yes, apparently she won’t leave until we talk. Thanks for the short warning by the way.”
He muttered, “one second”, then could be heard speaking to someone in the background before returning to the call. “Look, you know how important my mom is to me, but I also have to take your feelings into consideration and make them a priority. I don’t want the two of you on the outs and I want her to be a part of our kid’s life; so I need the two of you to make up. I’m not saying become mother and daughter, but get along for mine and the baby’s sake at least. As a first-time parent, it’ll be good to have someone experienced to talk to, too, right?”
I agreed with him but I didn’t voice it out loud. I’d dealt with too many off the wall comments from his mom over the years. I held back a lot because I wanted to get on his good side and I knew being combative with his mom would do the opposite.
“Xylina,” Yosiah called out as I stepped into my bathroom to get myself together.
“Yes, hubby?” I stared into my large mirror over the sink, and turned the vanity lights on.
“Did you hear what I said?”
“Yes I did.”
I grabbed my toothbrush and turned the water on. “And do you agree to give her a chance to apologize and make things right?”