My Sister Slapped My Baby at Christmas Dinner — And My Husband’s Response Left the Entire Room Frozen

they shouldn’t cross.

Lucas whimpered again.

Louder this time.

I reached toward him.

Vanessa frowned.

“Can we not interrupt the filming?”

I stared at her.

Was she serious?

Apparently.

“Vanessa, he’s tired.”

“And I’m filming.”

The words hung in the air.

For a moment nobody spoke.

My mother finally chimed in.

“Natalie, maybe just let him settle.”

My father nodded.

“Kids continue reading …