"Jack, wait." I stopped him. "Let him in. I want to settle the divorce now. I'm done dragging this out."
My mother frowned. "Lettie, you just gave birth. The stress—can't this wait?"
Madeline nodded. "She's right. If you get worked up now, you could end up with long-term issues."
I shook my head.
My second brother stepped forward. "Let her do it. Lettie knows her limits. If she gets uncomfortable, we stop." He glanced around. "Besides—do you really think we'd let Rhys bully her with all of us here? The sooner she cuts him loose, the better."
His logic won them over. Jack threw open the door.
Rhys didn't even make it through first. His mother, Josephine, barreled past him, voice screeching.
"Where is he? Where's my big, fat grandson?"
My mother stepped in front of the crib, blocking her path. Her expression was ice.
"There is no grandson. It's a granddaughter."
"Granddaughter?"
Josephine's face collapsed. She snatched her hands back as if the crib were contagious, excitement replaced by indignation.