The flames under the stove crackle as the heat surges through the pan, pancakes sizzling soothingly against the oil. Your little baby girl giggles softly and just hugs you as she stays cradled against you in the baby sling, you just smile down at her while flipping the pancakes.

"Put her down and come make me a drink,"

Chris said flatly, not looking up from the newspaper he was reading, exhaling out his nose while loosening up the tie constricting him. He only came home from work a couple minutes ago, his briefcase laid next to him and suit now loosely around him.