Postpartum Crisis: A Conspiracy Against Me from My FamilyChapter 1 Presidential Suite
My brother's wife, Mia, and I were pregnant at the same time, with due dates just a few days apart.
To avoid any postpartum conflicts, my mom, Melinda, generously booked two rooms at the same postpartum care center.
Our neighborhoods praised Melinda for being fair and open-minded.
As our bellies grew bigger, I finally went on maternity leave. With nothing much to do, I decided to take Melinda and Mia to check out the place.
Honeydew was the best postpartum care center around here. It was an independent estate with a great environment and quiet surroundings.
We explained our purpose to the reception, and soon a neatly dressed female manager took us upstairs for a tour. Along the way, the cleaning staff greeted us warmly.
The rooms Melinda booked cost 30 thousand dollars a month each, a considerable expense on her part.
The room was very spacious, with a private bathroom, and the decor was quite cozy.
Mia seemed very pleased, constantly looking around and touching things.
Jayden and Mia could only do odd jobs to make ends meet. This postpartum care center was certainly beyond their means, so it was thanks to Melinda's kindness that Mia can stay here.
The manager smiled and explained, "Although this room has only one bedroom, it's the best value for money and very popular. Your mother was quite fortunate to secure it."
The manager's words delighted me, and I looked around the room again. While it was big and bright, the single bedroom still lacked privacy.
"Do you have something better? There's no place for my mom to sleep in this room," I said.
Mia was visibly taken aback by my question but nodded in agreement.
The manager quickly understood my concern and led us to the top floor.
The top floor had a noticeably different atmosphere, still cozy but with an air of luxury.
When the manager opened the door to a room, I was stunned.
It was a large suite with two bedrooms, a small living room, and even a separate bed for the maternity nurse.
I was immediately smitten and forgot all about the previous room.
As I toured the suite a few more times, I noticed Mia standing nervously at the door. I pulled her inside, and she hesitantly asked, "Isn't this expensive?"
I smiled. "We don't have a baby every year. We should make this one count."