After parking the truck, Eric walked up to his house. Every light was on. He sighed as he walked through the front door. A disaster zone was waiting for him as he walked through the entryway. Jessica was chasing Liara around, and Mia was on the couch, staring at them with tired eyes. Her black hair was tied up in a messy bun that looked more like a rat's nest, and she hadn't changed out of her pajamas. Off to her side, toys were strewn around the living room. Eric frowned as he noticed a cat tower. He then smelled it.
"Cat Litter?"
Mia started whistling, and Jessica finally managed to catch the toddler. She scooped Liara up and nuzzled the one-year-old, causing the baby to coo and laugh.
Eric looked at Mia. "Sweetheart."
Mia turned to face him, a sheepish grin on her lips.
"Yes, dear?"
Eric crossed his arms before looking at a black ball of fur on his wife's lap. "What is that cat doing on your lap?"
Mia stroked the kitten's head, and the cat rolled over, purring.
