Page 6 of Pieces into Place
“I am now,” Isla chuckled, kissing Mason’s head. “What time is it?”
“Seven-thirty.”
“I love you, but why are you in my bed so early when you don’t live here?”
“Because I need to tell you something.”
Isla’s eyes shot open as she looked at Mason. She had a huge grin on her face, and Isla instantly knew what it meant. Sitting up on her elbow, Isla looked down at Mason.
“Is it what I think it is?”
Mason nodded, tears welling in her eyes.
“Mason,” Isla pulled Mason close to her as she clung to her baby girl. She kissed her repeatedly as Mason giggled. “Oh, baby. I’m so happy for you and Chase.”
“Thanks, Mom. I can’t believe I’m pregnant.” Mason put her hand on her stomach as Isla put her hand on top of it. “I couldn’t wait to tell you.”
“I’m so glad you woke me up.”
“Mama got me in this morning for some blood work before she left the hospital.”
Vera had been on-call the night before, which only happened once a month these days. Isla was thankful for that as she got to spend almost every night wrapped in her wife’s arms.
“I can’t believe you’re pregnant.”
“I can’t believe our baby is having a baby.” It was then Isla noticed Vera leaning on the doorframe, watching them. Isla motioned for her to join them as she and Mason maderoom for her on the bed. Vera lay down beside Mason as she kissed her cheek. “She’s going to be the best mom.”
“Just like her mama.”
“Please,” Mason groaned, “don’t put that pressure on me. No one could ever be as amazing of parents as you two are. The only reason I know I can have a baby is because I know I have you two and Chase in my court all the time.”
“Always, baby.” Isla kissed her cheek again.
Although Alexis technically had Isla’s first grandkids, there was just something different about Mason being pregnant. Isla knew it was because it was her baby having a baby. It felt crazy to think that the baby she carried inside of her for nine months was now a mom herself. She felt overwhelmed with emotions each time she thought about it.
During her pregnancy, Mason seemed to have reverted to her childhood days when she wanted nothing more than to cuddle with Isla and Vera. Rarely a day or two went by that Mason wasn’t at their house just wanting to be held. Isla knew it was because she was scared; she’d been the same way when she was little. And each time Mason needed her, Isla and Vera were there for her.
Isla sighed at the memory of helping Mason so much during her pregnancy. She’d gone to ultrasounds, felt the baby move, and been in the delivery room. It was a stark contrast to how Blake’s pregnancy was going so far. Blake hadn’t told Isla or Vera they were trying for another baby until the day of the embryo transfer. And Isla had her suspicions she wouldn’t have told them then if they hadn’t needed a babysitter for the kids.
She tried hard not to hold any grudges toward Blake or Alexis over that. Isla knew they weren’t Mason and Chase. Her relationship with them was different, and that was something she was going to have to learn to accept before it drove her crazy.
Even more so than it already had.
The only inclusion Isla had with Blake’s pregnancy was knowing shewaspregnant. She doubted she’d be invited into an ultrasound, much less into the delivery room. Isla was trying to accept that. After all, Blake had every right to do what she wanted to do when it came to her pregnancy.
All Isla could do was hope and pray that someday, hopefully soon, things would change for her and Blake. She desperately wanted to heal their relationship and hoped soon Blake would want that as well. Until then, all Isla could do was savor the time with the kids that wanted to spend time with her.
Parking the Jeep in Mason’s driveway, her heart nearly melted at the sight of Mason holding Silas on the front porch as she waved his hand. They had on matching plaid shirts and Mason’s hair was pulled back in a ponytail. Silas had an adorable beanie as he grinned at Isla.
Mason had been the best mom, just like Isla knew she would. She’d struggled some postpartum with depression but her wife Chase, Isla, and Vera had all stayed right by her side through it all. Now that Mason was on the other side of it, Isla could see how beautiful motherhood looked on her.
“There are my babies.” Isla hurried up the sidewalk to the porch as she pulled them both into a hug. Silas reached out for her as Isla took him in her arms. “Are you glad Grammy is here?”
“I’m gladMommyis here.” Mason wrapped her arms around Isla’s waist, resting her head on her shoulder. Isla kissed the top of her head as she rubbed her back.
“Come on. Let’s go inside before the little man gets a cold.”
Heading inside, Isla and Mason walked to the living room, where they sat on the couch beside each other. Silas nestled into the crook of Isla’s arm as she put the other arm around Mason. Holding two of the most important people in her life made Isla emotional. It was a privilege to notonly be Silas’s grammy but to be Mason’s mommy as well. Even if she was thirty-three now.
