Reborn ghost seeing lady is pampered by her ex husband

[If anyone tries to take my child or harm any of my children in this life, I will kill them first. I will be ruthless; no mercy will be shown to the wicked. I don't care how powerful Rufus is, I am also powerful. I will use all my magic to keep my baby safe. Besides, legally, the Saxon's cannot take my child unless I am proven to be a bad mother which I am not. ]

Phoebe's determined thought appeared.

Maureen feigned a cough. "You don't have to worry about all that Phoebe. We Mayfair's may be polite, but we are not weak not even the Saxons can walk over us. We should all keep in mind that you and David are not married yet at least not legally I don't know if you secretly held some spiritual wedding.

By law, the child will be where the mother wants it to be and if that's with us Mayfair's then that is where it will be. You should know that your father Edward may seem weak, but he is not. He was our father's best student and about to be confirmed a guardian when tragedy struck. He is also the chairman of Mayfair Corp.

Be it a legal or magical fight, he will not let anyone, and I mean anyone including the Saxon's to take his precious grandchild. So Pheebs do not worry you have a lot of back up including your brothers. I know Luke won't play around and neither will that secret assassin girlfriend of his." She guaranteed her niece, her words very assuring.

"Secret assassin!!" Rekha whispered. She was bewildered but nobody clarified anything for her.

As for Phoebe, it was nice to hear the affirmations from her aunt but she was not worried at all, in fact she and David had already spoken at length about the pregnancy and what to do after the baby arrived. He was giving her free reign to make the important decisions, and he was okay with extending his residence in the Mayfair manor indefinitely.

Phoebe met her worried grandmother's gaze and smiled warmly. "David and I will handle grandpa Rufus, even if it means revealing our genuine reasons why we don't want to live in the Saxon tower. I believe that Rufus is a reasonable man and although there some stubborn and unreasonable older generation Saxon's that will want the baby to grow up in the tower, he will stop them.

Moreover, I have been collecting Saxon friends in the last few months, all those Saxon's that I have helped will stand by me and my child." She rested her case.

Maureen asked. "Let us hope that they remember the favors they owe you, especially that skunk Katherine Saxon. You saved her from going to prison and having her reputation ruined but she never even thanked you." She shook her head gently.

When she thought about her niece or nephew growing up around someone like Katherine and growing up under her influence only to end up becoming like her made Maureen support Phoebe's decision all the more. Besides, with Margaret still living in the tower and hating Phoebe the way she did, there was no guarantee that the child would be safe over there.

Margaret still blamed Phoebe for Dickson's death, it was not farfetched to worry that she would try to harm Phoebe and the child if she got the opportunity.

"You are staying with us." Maureen suddenly said to Phoebe in a voice that left no room for debate.

For three breaths no one said a word and Phoebe said nothing more on the matter, abruptly Rekha broke the silence.

"Well, if we are done with the sentiments, I want to know more about this thing that is talking to Pheebs." Her brows raised in question.

"The baby!" The grown Mayfair women let out a uniform out cry. Calling their incoming family member 'this thing' sounded unpleasant.

Rekha tossed her hands in the air, surrendering. "I beg your pardon; what should we call it then?" She asked innocently and hurriedly.

"It." Maureen shrugged.

"She." Phoebe corrected. "It is a girl." She notified them all.

Rekha raised a finger. "We can call her Jellybean." She suggested.

"Really! bean!! you think I don't know beans! Don't you dare call me that." The baby's voice warned seriously. Only Phoebe could hear it. It was childish and cute; it made her want to give birth quickly so that she could hug her baby.

Phoebe chuckled softly. "She does not like that one." She told them.

"Oh okay I have a long list, Button, cupcake, squishy, wiggles, muffin..." Rekha went on and on until Maureen hushed her for her ears were about to stage a silent protest as Phoebe continued to relay the baby's protests.

"Rekha enough my God, this child is a difficult one I can tell, just call her parasite or tenant." Maureen said lightly, laughing at her joke.

Grandma's brows almost launched off from her forehead. "Maureen Mayfair, I dare you to call my great granddaughter a parasite one more time." She shouted in shock; how could she choose those as baby pet names? Her daughter clearly had no maternal instincts in her. "How about Star? Ask the baby if she likes it." She jutted her chin towards her granddaughter's tummy.

"That will work although parasite was not bad either after all you are my host, mother. I like grandma Maureen and I can see myself getting along with her in the future." Came the baby's voice.

Phoebe nearly let an oh-oh sound slip form her mouth. One Maureen in the family was enough, they did not need another. "I am your mother, not your host." She corrected the baby first.

Then, Phoebe giggled because Maureen had no idea the baby had just called her grandma. Knowing her aunt, she would not like that very much. She stretched her legs forward. "Alright everyone Star it is."

Maureen let out a sigh of relief. "Oh, we are all glad she finally likes something. You are going to bend over backwards for the rest of your life to please miss picky over there. She is like a mini Sabrina and she hasn't even been born yet."

"I like aunt Sabrina." The baby told Phoebe.

Phoebe groaned a little. Her baby liked Maureen and Sabrina!!! Would she be the next trouble maker of the founding lane?

Grandma Mayfair's hands flew together in glee, her face alight with uncontrollable happiness. "Another female in the house! Finally, the number of women will exceed the men in the house, voting on where we go for vacations will be more interesting don't you think Maureen? If I have to visit another golf resort or live on a yacht for two months while the men fish, surf, snorkel and do all sorts of dangerous or boring things, I will shave my hair off." She groaned and laughed with glee, meeting Maureen's equally enthusiastic eyes.

"Not if Shanna has a boy and then father returns which makes the men six ha-ha." Maureen laughed as the light in her mother's eyes died out.

Making a disapproving sound, grandma Mayfair dismissed Maureen's words. "No one kills a good mood like you my child, fighting all these demons has made you a sarcastic person." She complained, returning her gaze to Phoebe's stomach__the enthusiastic smile returning.