Chapter 51

Elena’s POV

I was right.

About a month after Freddie was born, my mother packed up my childhood home, the one that held so many good and bad memories for her and moved across the state to be closer to her new granddaughter. She is obsessed with Freddie.

Honestly, I can’t blame her — I’m obsessed too.

If I thought I loved my little girl when she was just a little flutter inside of me, I was wrong. That love is nothing compared to watching my baby grow.

It’s been nine months since my daughter was born, and I still can’t believe I’m a mother. I can’t believe I created and carried a little human, and now I get to watch this baby flourish for the rest of her life.

Freddie laughs from across the room, the sound drawing my attention. Her tiny arms are outstretched toward her father, and I can’t help but smile as he plucks her from her grandmother’s grasp, blowing kisses into her chubby neck.

“You’re so in love with him. It’s gross.”

I peek ov