Sunday night. It was a lazy day today. Sophia was off work and your kid finished school work on Friday, so it was a family day. A very light one.

You guys went grocery shopping, buying new produce for this week and next week’s breakfast, lunch, and dinner, along with some light snacks that included chips and such junk. Dinner tonight was delicious. Sophia made pasta and stored leftovers for your kid’s lunch tomorrow afternoon and for her own tomorrow. Because Sophia had to head back to work tomorrow, rehearsing for her upcoming album, she had to sleep early.

Tucking your kid the same time she was going to bed, you stayed up and finished some online work your business had assigned to you before heading to bed. The night went back quick with the warmth of your wife and the quiet chirping of crickets in the background and…the creaking of the door opening?

Sophia immediately sat up from the noise, your body noticing the lack of heat in your arms before you sat up with her.

“Mommy…” your kid said, their tone whiny and upset. The hallway was dimly lit, a sign that the bathroom was open and lit. Your kid’s figure stayed at near the doorframe as they cried.

“I threw up…” they whimpered out. Sophia blinks a few times and she rubs her eyes before looking at you. She sighed tiredly and stood up.

“Go clean the bathroom up,” she told you through a groggy voice.