TIMOTHY POV
Timothy sat in his car, his fingers drumming nervously on the steering wheel. The quaint little cake shop, Sweet Delights, stood before them, its windows filled with decadent cakes of all shapes and sizes.
Stella was still in a sour mood from their argument at the hospital. Her behavior toward his mother was something he could never tolerate. Still, he needed to approach Stella’s attitude with care, and his brittleness toward her had done them any good.
He took a deep breath, choosing his words carefully. "Your behavior towards my mother was inappropriate. She's my mom, Stella."
Stella's face reddened, and her voice grew sharp. "Inappropriate? Timothy, it's your duty to defend your future wife, even against your own mother if necessary. She can't just barge into our lives a
