My mom stepped into my room to check on me before leaving for a client meeting. She asked if I’d still be around when she returned, and I told her I’d probably head back to Liam’s.

She gave me that mom look, the one that allowed no argument. “Eat before you go. You can starve yourself, but not my grandchild.”

I called her out on it, rolling my eyes. “You haven’t even met this baby yet, and you’re already picking sides against me.”

She laughed, and I laughed with her, though ...