Jessie bounced on the spot, the fluffy white hem of her Christmas dress bobbing around her stocking-clad knees.

"Calm down, you know they'll be here soon, hun."

Lola was still immersed in her laptop as she addressed her roommate. An overexcited, slightly irate Jessie snatched the glasses from the businesswoman's face.

"I know, I can't wait. And you said no work today, remember? Christmas is a family day, all your spreadsheets and figures will still be there tomorrow."

Before Lola could make her rebuttal, the doorbell chimed. Jessie was off like a rocket, far faster than most women her age could move. She practically tore the door open, grinning at the blond girl on her doorstep.

"Hi mom! Merry Christmas!"

Jessie had to stop herself lunging at her daughter. She wanted to pick the girl up in the biggest hug possible, but that would cause a whole string of problems. Instead, she settled for attaching to the gentle giant, dutifully hiding behind Tiffany.

"Oh! Erm, merry Christmas, Ms Maye."

She punched his side weakly.

"I told you, it's either Jessie or Mom. No more 'Ms Maye' okay sweetheart?"

Jay's face darkened as a slight blush crept into his cheeks. Even after three years he still had no resistance to Jessie's charm. The woman wasn't focused on the poor man though, her attention had turned back to Tiffany. More specifically, the smooth, round bulge at her chest. So pink and perfect, Jessie had to have it! Tiffany must've noticed her encroaching hands. The girl relented, slipping the edge of the sling down so that her mother could get at the goods.

"JASON!"

The tiny boy twisted around, recognising his own name. The baby's face lit up as he spotted grandma, giggling and trying to reach for her. Tiffany helped her son free himself from his carrying cover and passed him to Jessie.

"Oh I haven't seen you in forever, my precious little lovely. Look how big you've gotten, I can't believe you're almost six months already!"

"Mom, you saw him two days ago."

"I know, but I should see him every day. Come on in then, Lola's gonna start cutting the turkey soon."

The new parents followed Jessie as she cooed and fawned over her grandson. The thin tuft of blond on his head was closer to his father than to Tiffany, so was his slightly squared jaw, but his beautiful little eyes were one hundred percent Maye blue. Jessie had sworn to be involved in the boy's life as much as she could. She'd had minimal support with Tiffany, and she knew how hard it was to raise a child. Still, Tiffany was far from alone. Her husband had already demonstrated how committed he was to both her and Jason, and Jessie was always there if she needed help or advice. The little baby smiled up at his grandma, blissfully unaware of just how loved he was.

"How's everything going with him, anyway? Any major problems?"

Jessie took a seat in her favourite armchair, thanking Jay as he passed her a set of plastic keys to jangle for his son. Tiffany sat opposite her, sharing the couch with her husband. The man set his baby bag on the floor between his legs, filled with everything a child could need on a day out.

"He's been wonderful so far. He's settled into sleeping at night already, and he's already crawling, so don't put him down or you'll never catch him."

The baby grabbed the toy Jessie was holding for him, gumming at it as he gripped her hand.

"You know I'm here if you ever need anything. I'm more than happy to spend a few days with him, maybe a month or two if you want?"

Tiffany gave a slight laugh.

"No mom, it's okay. You can come and see him any time, but we're not letting you keep him."

Jessie chuckled along with her daughter, briefly wondering how far she could get with the boy before Tiffany caught her. Jason's eye started to move away from his toy, over to his mother. He reached out for her, grabbing the air and bringing it to his mouth.

"Aauh. Baa-baa."

"Looks like someone's hungry already. Is he still feeding alright, Tiff?"

The young doctor took her baby back as her husband draped a privacy cloth over her shoulders, their usual routine.

"Yeah, he's a greedy little man though. C'mon sweetheart, nummies."

Jason's head disappeared under the cover. Only the gently pulsing mound gave away his position as he fed.

"You know you don't need that here? There's nothing under there that I've not seen before."

Tiffany swayed slightly as her son suckled.

"I know, but I want to keep things consistent for him. He knows that it's food time when I put the cover on. It's the same as how he knows it's bedtime when I read to him."

The three of them sat quietly, letting the boy have his meal in peace as Lola came in. She set a tray of cocoa down, dishing out the four brimming mugs and taking a seat in her own armchair. Jason eventually released Tiffany's nipple, coming out from the cover and into his father's arms as Tiffany got herself adjusted.

"I remember when you were that age. You never let go on your own. You'd kick up a fuss if I tried to pull away, even if you weren't feeding."

Jessie gave a sly grin as her story had the desired result, turning Jay a deep, beet red.

"Mom! Don't talk about that!"

They all listened to the boy's happy babbling as Tiffany took him back.

"We've started letting him taste some baby mush. Do you want to give him some, Ms Ma…..Jessie?"

Jessie sat up eagerly as Jay fished out a little tub and a small spoon. He passed them to his mother-in-law as Tiffany brought the boy closer. The jar was full of a sticky brown paste.

"What is it?"

"Mashed up apple and a tiny bit of peanut butter. He loves it. Only a little bit though, Mom."

Taking the smallest bit she could, Jessie held the spoon out for the boy, letting him grab her fingers and aim at his mouth. The pudgy, satisfied grin that spread over his face as he smacked his lips sent Jessie over the moon. She would've spent the whole night feeding him, had Lola not jostled her arm.

"Well, now that he's fed, I think it's our turn. Jay, hon, can you help me set up the high chair? He can sit next to you."

Jessie beamed with pride as her strange little family moved to the dining room. She had everything she'd ever wanted. A good relationship with her daughter, a kind son-in-law who treated Tiffany well, a hot young girlfriend to play with at night, and an adorable little grandson. She'd often worried about whether she'd make a good granny, but from the first time she'd seen the boy, she'd known she could do it.