Labor of Love

Things became rather heated, so I had to step in. I took Grandmama out to the visitor's area and left her there. When I returned to check on Mom, I found her crying. I am worried the change in her emotions might affect the baby. I hope it doesn't.

"Mom," I call, walking to her.

"Don't come close to me. Why did you bring that woman here?" She groans.

"She's your mother, too. What was I supposed to