The pair arrived outside Mark’s office and found a very idle Davy seemingly bored out of his wits. When he noticed them, his eyes shone. “Hello! You’re finally here, Madam!”
Arianne flashed him a coy smile. “Whoa. That’s not the kinda expression people make when everything’s going well, is it? Don’t worry, I’m here to save the day.”
The situation inside the office, however, shocked her. Smore was neither bawling nor throwing tantrums. Instead, he was perched in his father’s arm as the latter focused on his work. The little boy had somehow seized a pen and was having a lot of fun playing with it with his dewy eyes twinkling with alacrity as he babbled unintelligibly to himself.
The reality flew in the face of the baby-screaming chaos Arianne had in mind. While she stared in surprise, Mary supplied from the side. “Oh, hello, Madam. I just changed Master Aristotle’s diaper, and all is well. Go ahead and do whatever you like. There is nothing to worry about here. Turns out, Mr. Tremont and I are more than enough to handle the little fella. Just look at him! Master Aristotle is exceptionally well-behaved today, no tantrums, no tears. Heck, it’s probably better if he doesn’t see you! It might get his screaming fit started... That settles it, then! Off you go! Don’t go near him! Peace is too valuable. No one here wants it gone!”
Before Arianne could say anything, Mary shoved her out of the office. She was given no chance to mention her breasts being a bit too full of milk and that she wanted Smore to relieve some of it.
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