This time, I went to another hospital and let my parents accompany me during childbirth.
I had to make sure everything went well.
My parents and Warren arrived quickly.
When I heard the doorbell in the bedroom, Margie got up from the sofa.
"Who is this at this hour? Renee, did you order takeout again? I've told you that eating junk food is not good for your health."
She grumbled as she went to answer the door.
Seeing my mom and Warren at the door, I wanted to cry. I turned around, grabbed my suitcase, and walked towards the door.
Zoe was lying on the couch. When she saw me carrying a suitcase, she called out my name.
"Renee, where are you going?"
I ignored her. Warren squeezed in through the door, took my suitcase from me, and handed it to Dad. Warren held my arm and said, "Be careful. Watch your step."
Margie looked at the suitcase and then at me, feeling embarrassed.
"Renee, what are you doing? Where are you going?"
I looked at her and felt disgusted.
"Martin often goes on business trips. Zoe is about to give birth, and so am I. You're unable to take care of us together, so my parents are here to pick me up. In this way, you can take good care of Zoe."