“What the heck were you thinking, Amelia, I said I would handle the talking and you just totally forgot about me,” Laura kept lamenting inside the vehicle, while Amelia drove in silence, a horrific frown glued to her face.

“I’m talking to you, Amelia, what else did we go to Sam for, if not to hand over the baby to him when it’s born?”

“Stop talking mum, I’m trying to concentrate on driving here, or do you wish to get hit by a bus?” Amelia grumbled, glaring at her mother.

She was dissatisfied and disappointed, this wasn’t what she wanted; she’d have to call Emily once she settled down at home; but first, she needed to reach out to Derek.

“Are you yelling at your mother? What has come over you, Amelia?” Laura spoke the words one after the other with so much emphasis, looking at her daughter as if she was a stranger.

Amelia remained silent, her mum was a dramatic woman, that was why she didn’t respond the whole while.

“Oh, I get it. You’re angry because the man you dumped is now da