Chapter 29

I woke up the next morning to the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the sound of laughter echoing through the house. Vince’s mother, Marie, had taken over the kitchen, preparing a hearty breakfast for all of us. As I descended the stairs, I was greeted by the sight of a festive spread—pancakes, eggs, and fruits adorned the table.

“Good morning, Laura!” Marie exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with warmth. “Sit down, dear. I’ve made your favorite pancakes.”

I couldn’t help but smile at her genuine enthusiasm. “Thank you, Marie. Everything smells amazing.”

Vince joined us at the table, a playful grin on his face. “Looks like my mom has already adopted you.”

Marie chuckled, “Well, anyone who’s carrying my grandchild deserves to be spoiled a bit.”

The three of us enjoyed breakfast together, sharing stories and laughter. Marie was a natural storyteller, regaling us with tales from Vince’s childhood and her own adventures. It was evident that family meant the wor