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And she was glaring at me.

I had no idea what I had done wrong, but still, I smiled.

“Hey, Jenn.” I waved, trying to be friendly.

She scoffed, grabbed her food, and stormed out. I stared after her in utter confusion. What had I done to deserve that sort of attitude?

“Ignore her,” Audrey said, shaking her head.

“Did I do something?”

“She’s just being a gossip and having a hissy fit. Let’s get you your treats! I also added some sweet potato brownies I made for the little man.”

“You made him brownies?” I asked, distracted from Jenn’s weird behavior.

Audrey shrugged. “Summer is here pretty regularly, so I like to keep some baby friendly treats on hand.”

“You are amazing, you know that?”

“I do, I just wish a pack would see that!”

“All in good time—hey, it worked out for us,” I said, looking down at Milo who was now nuzzling into my neck.

“You guys have no idea how lucky you got,” Audrey said, her eyes softening as she looked at the baby.

We said our goodbyes, and I made my way back to the car.

Time to face the grandmothers.

“Well, if it isn’t our beautiful grandbaby!” Edie declared, leaving the reception desk to grab the baby out of my arms the moment I entered the B&B.

“What am I?” I asked, holding my arms open and feigning hurt.

Edie beamed at Milo. “You know I’m happy to see you, Noah, but Milo is my special little boy,” she cooed.

I couldn’t blame her. My son was a sweet kid, all chubby cheeks and bright smiles. He fussed, but I had only seen him properly cry a few times.

“Where are the rest of the baby vultures?” I asked, looking around the B&B like they would pop out from behind the counter at any moment.

“They’re not here yet, it’s just me for now.” Edie smiled.

I held up the bag. “Well, I bring more than just an adorable baby. Do you want me to put these in the kitchen?”

“Yes, please!” Edie nodded, never looking away from Milo.

Laughing to myself, I left my son with Edie and quickly put the muffins on the kitchen island for her to grab later.

I don’t know when I started thinking of Milo as my son. It had just happened naturally, but now the idea of referring to him as anything other than my son felt bizarre.

“You know there may be a solution to everyone wanting a piece of your lovely baby,” Edie said in a conspiring tone as I returned to the reception.

“Dare I ask?”

“What if you guys had another baby, then there’d be more to go round,” she said innocently.

I snorted.

Of course they wanted more grandbabies.