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Daughter-in-Law with Extra Baggage

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The Daughter-in-Law with the “Extra”

“Emma, has your son gotten married? I saw him with a woman and a little boy. Did he take on a ready-made family?” the neighbour asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Not yet, but Id be happy if he did,” Emma replied, surprised. The news caught her off guard. Her son, Oliver, still lived with her and hadnt mentioned settling down.

“Love, someone told me they saw you with a woman and a child. Are you seeing someone?” she asked when he came home that evening.

“Blimey, these busybodies cant keep their noses out, can they? I wasnt going to say anything yet. Shes got a kid, so its not serious. Claires a widowher husband died two years ago, and shes raising her son alone. We met through work, and things just happened. Dont worry, I wont bring her home.”

Emmas face fell. “Oh. And here I was, getting hopeful. Whats wrong with her having a child?”

“Not for me. I want my own.”

“She could have yours! Youre 34how long will you stay a bachelor?”

“Im still young, Mum. What, you want to curse me?”

“A family isnt a curseits happiness, Oliver.”

Oliver had his own flat but preferred living with his mother, renting his place out to save for a new car. Why not? She cooked, did his laundryit suited him fine. The women he dated, once they discovered he lived with Mum, never pushed for marriage. Just as he liked ita bit of fun, then gone.

He kept his flat a secret, meeting women at their places or booking hotel rooms. Life was easy this way.

One evening, Emma spotted him strolling with Clairepetite, with long blonde hair, strikingly pretty. She wondered about her. Wouldnt it be nice to meet her properly?

Fate intervened. Days later, Emma bumped into her outside a shop.

“Excuse meClaire, is it? Ive seen you with my son, Oliver. Im Emma.”

Claire hesitated. “Yes, I know Oliver. Nice to meet you, Mrs. Harris.”

“Fancy a coffee? Theres a nice café just round the corner.”

Over coffee, Claire spoke softly about her five-year-old son, Charlie. Her husband had died in a crash, leaving them with nothing. His parents sold the flat theyd lived init was in his mothers nameand tossed them out. Claire, an orphan raised by her gran, had sold her grandmothers cottage for a deposit on a tiny city flat. Now she worked as a sales manager, scraping by.

Emma listened, charmed by Claires calm manner, her green eyes framed by thick lashes.

“Oliver never mentioned you. Id have loved to meet you sooner.”

“Maybe he worried youd disapprovea woman with baggage. Or perhaps he just isnt ready for commitment.”

“Please come over with Oliver and Charlie! Id love that.”

That evening, Emma announced, “Oliver, Im expecting you, Claire, and Charlie on Saturday. No arguments. I met her todayshes lovely.”

“Mum, stay out of my life! Im not marrying herIm happy as things are.”

“Im not forcing you, but I like Claire. Shes sweet.”

Oliver grumbled and stormed offjust like his father.

Three years ago, Emmas husband, George, had left her for a colleague. Shed let him gono use forcing love.

The visit went smoothly. Charlie, quiet and well-mannered, resembled Claire. Oliver, uncharacteristically relaxed, even joked. Watching them, Emma thought, *If only theyd marry. A grandchild would make me so happy*

Claire and Charlie started visiting often, even without Oliver. Emma adored their chats, their shared glasses of wine. She prayed Oliver would proposeClaire was perfect.

Then, silence. Claire stopped answering calls.

“Oliver, whats wrong? I cant reach Claire!”

“We split. Dont ask.”

“What? Why? Everything was fine!”

“It just happened. I dont need complications.”

“Tell me the truth!”

Oliver exhaled sharply. “Charlies sick. Needs expensive treatment. Claires panicking, probably expects me to help. Easier to walk away.”

Emma stared, horrified. “You abandoned the woman you love when she needed you? Over money?”

“Im not paying for another mans child! Shell manage.”

“You have savings for a car! A childs life means less than metal?”

“Spare me the lecture.”

Emma sank into a chair, gripping her hair. How had she raised such a cold-hearted man?

She had savingsa rainy-day fund. Now the storm had come. She loved Claire and Charlie too much to stand by.

When Claire finally called, Emma cut in. “I know about Charlie. I want to help.”

“You dont owe us anything”

“Take it. And Olivers a coward. Forgive me for raising him.”

The next day, Emma handed Claire the money.

That evening, she confronted Oliver. “Pack your things. Go live in your flatthe tenants just left. I wont share a roof with you.”

“What? Over Claire? You care more for her son than me?”

“Im ashamed of you. God knows wholl care for me in old age.”

Oliver slammed the door on his way out.

With help from a charity, Charlie recovered. Emma visited often, bringing treats. She and Claire never spoke of Oliver.

Then Emma noticed Claires looser clothes. “Claire are you pregnant?”

“Five months. I hid itafraid Oliver would think I trapped him. I couldnt go through with an abortion. Its a girl.”

Emma burst into tears. “Oh, Claire! A granddaughtermy dream! Ill help, I swear!”

The baby, Lily, arrived healthy, with Olivers dark hair and sharp nose. He knew nothing.

Months later, Oliver spotted Emma pushing a pram. “What, babysitting for extra cash?”

“I need nothing from you.”

He peeked inthen froze as Claire arrived.

“Oliver. Hello.”

His voice wavered. “This is yours? You remarried?”

“She has a mother. Thats enough,” Claire said.

“And a grandmother,” Emma added. “Oliver, meet your daughter.”

“My kid? And you kept this from me?”

Claire said nothing.

He left without another word.

Days later, Oliver turned up at Claires, offering money. She refused. The wound was too deep.

Five years passed.

Emma had a stroke. Claire and the children moved in to care for her. Lily and Charlie doted on their granreading to her, fetching meals.

Oliver remained a bachelor, visiting occasionally. Lily knew he was her father but shied away from him.

Emma signed the house over to Claire, to pass to Lily later.

“Funny how life works,” she murmured one evening. “I gained two wonderful extrasCharlie and Lily. And you, Claire, became the daughter I never had.”

She never imagined the fragile woman shed met by chance would become familywhile her own flesh became a stranger.

Lifes surprises, indeed.

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