He needed help with everything. Eating, bathing, laundry, going to school, even sleeping.
Especially at his age, boys are the most troublesome. Knowing he was my husband's biological son, he never thought of himself as an outsider.
He got everything handed to him on a silver platter and threw tantrums regularly. I pretended not to see.
Within a few days, Rowan's face began to show signs of irritation. He was losing his morning sleep-ins and had to stay up late reading bedtime stories to Adam. Of course, he was annoyed. What grown man wouldn't be?
"Honey, Adam needs to be picked up and dropped off at school. I can handle the mornings, but I really don't have time in the afternoons. I'm taking off work every day, and my boss is already upset with me. How about letting my parents take care of him?"
"That won't work. Your parents are old and not in the best health. They can't handle a rambunctious child, and they don't know how to educate him or help with his homework. We can't let Adam's growth be stunted."
After that, Valeria and her husband showed up in person.
Rowan must have privately discussed it with them, trying to pressure me into agreeing.