>I feel Nona creep back under the covers. Carrie's been up all night and Nona's taken it upon herself to deal with any nighttime fussing. I fought her on this but at the end of the day I work days and she doesn't. That and she's already learned the stern-mom voice. Powerful magic, that.
>So I lie partially awake at somewhere near four now. Worrying about not doing my part. I'm cuddled right up against now. I close my eyes and in an instant it's work time.
>I stand and get ready for my little office job thanks yet again to my parents. Gotta get them over here sooner rather than later.
>I'm suited and I glance over to Nona sleeping gently. I lean down and give her a peck before heading a room over to check in on Carrie. She's gently sleeping as well. I consider a repeat but have to restrain myself. Don't want to stir her. I can get some sugar later.
>I step out of the house, into the van and I head to the office.
>I always thought I'd hate office work. And by raptor christ I was right. I've had bad trips more enjoyable than the days slaving away pecking at a keyboard entering data but as the time left in the day counts down my spirit soars.
>I make small talk, stack papers, file reports and just generally grind my soul to dust but in the back of my head I'm ready.
>And the day ends. Work's over and I almost have to stop myself from running as I leave the building. Right off to my spot in the lot and I start up.
>I check my phone. Just sweetings from Nona from throughout the day, no worries nor errands to run.
>I floor it. I race home. I should probably start timing this now that I've go the hang of this. I park in our driveway, a little townhouse, single floor.
>And I just about crash in through the door. My raptor instincts tell me exactly where they are. I drop everything and sprint into the kitchen. Nona can't even turn to meet me before I've picked her up.
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