Erica was a virtual whirlwind of zeal and giggles.
She moved about the room, tidying up the space in a way that was rare.
Erica was kind of a lot like Audrina used to be. She was a little bit boujee.
The phoenix wasn't necessarily a slob, but heavy cleaning wasn't necessarily her thing. She claimed it wore down her nails too badly.
But now, Abaddon was watching her polish mirrors, mop the floor, fold blankets, and pick chip crumbs out of Bekka's fur.
All of this occurred in an estimated two minutes.
By the time Erica actually stopped her movement, she was sitting on the edge of the bed with Gabbrielle in her lap and brushing her hair.
Their child was not even fully alert. Abaddon could practically hear the static swimming around in her brain as she tried to process everything that was going on.
"Hwa…?"
"Hold still for a moment, dear. Tyson's coming over. Everything needs to look presentable.l
