My Wife Was Holding Our Feverish Toddler While My Mom Scrolled TikTok — Then I Finally Snapped

again, frightened by the tension. Lauren bounced him gently, murmuring, “It’s okay, baby, it’s okay.”

Patricia grabbed her purse from the back of the chair. “You’ll regret speaking to me like this.”

Ethan opened the front door.

“No,” he said. “I regret letting you treat Lauren like hired help in her own home.”

Melissa shoved her phone into her pocket and continue reading …