*Cat*
It was just my luck that on a bright Saturday morning when I was filled with the itching need to get out of the house, Elio would have to work. I pouted unhappily, slouched on the couch as my leg bounced up and down impatiently as Elio got ready to leave.
“I’m sorry,” Elio said, giving me an apologetic look. “Franky needs me to check on a building. I tried to get out of it but apparently, it needs my approval before they go ahead with it.”
“I know,” I sighed, leaning my head back, “I’m just being a baby but… I don’t know, I really wanted to go out today.”
“Maybe go ask Anna?” he offered. “She loves Emilia, so you can bring her.”
I gave him a glance and then gestured to our daughter, who was in her baby bouncer. She was gnawing on one of the fish toys stuck to it, a grumpy look to her as she held her bottle in one hand and a death grip on the bouncer as she struggled to get out of it.
“Right,” Elio said quickly. “She’s still grumpy?”
