Rowan quickly pulled his mother into the room, afraid I would lose my temper again.
At the same time, he looked at me with pleading eyes, clearly hoping I'd let his mother have her way. "Honey, maybe it's a good idea for you to relax at your parents' place. Let Mom take care of the baby. She wouldn't hurt her grandson."
In my past life, we fought over this exact issue.
I was furious, insisting on taking my baby to my parents' house.
But Lauren tried to snatch the baby away from me.
That was my child, and I couldn't risk him getting hurt during the struggle.
So I had to hold back while she smugly took the baby.
And my child cried out of scare.
She didn't care for him at all as his grandma.
She didn't soothe him when he cried and held him awkwardly, all while giving me a triumphant look.
"Some city folks think they can fight against me? If you want to leave, go ahead. Your presence here only annoys me!"
Angry and helpless, I turned to Rowan and told him to get our child back.
He looked at me with that same pitiful face, seemingly giving in but not moving at all.
I had no choice but to call the police.
Lauren then called Parker's family over, and they ganged up on me.