Back in the Gaea Villas, sweet little voices echoed in the living room.
"Mamaaaa! Meabow Hungwy!!" a milky voice yelled, followed by the sound of an empty milk bottle rolling down the carpet.
Althea looked at her baby boy, who was now trying to stand up and balance on her thigh so he could reach her shoulder or her face or whatever he could reach—as if that'd get him what he wanted.
It also had to be noted that Meatball was really putting his nickname to justice. How many pounds did he gain over the past few weeks?!
In contrast, Little Pepper was sitting snugly on her other thigh, a similar milk bottle still half full. She looked cute, well-behaved, and graceful.
Speaking of that, she had been trying to feed herself for a while and had made some successes. However, she obviously disliked the mess, so they still end up feeding her for the most part.
Anyway, she gently patted Meatball's diapered bum. "No, you already ate more than enough today."
