My Mother-in-Law's Molar Pregnancy
I took another elegant bite and said calmly, "I'm carrying Brady's own flesh and blood. Between a son and a brother, I'm sure my husband knows what matters more."
Seeing that her whining was not working, Reene stood up in a rage and reached out to grab the steak from my plate.
"How can your two little brats compare to my ten sons?" she snapped.
I fired back, "The children in my belly are your family's grandchildren. If they're little brats, then what does that make you, old hag?"
"You wretched woman! How dare you insult me! I'll rip your mouth apart today and show you who's in charge!"