Justin Battleson cast a casual glance over.
Hearing the commotion in the living room, Charlotte Thompson hastily made her way from the kitchen.
She bent over, her long hair falling naturally, covering her pretty profile. Her voice was gentle like a spring breeze, blowing away the children's worries.
She reached out and touched the children's heads, her voice soft.
"What's all the fuss about?"
"Mommy." Jack Thompson clung to his mother, his face now showing traces of obedience, instantly smoothing his unruly hair.
"Mommy, brother said we..."
Chad Thompson could not hide his impatience and, seeing Charlotte arrived, did not wish to conceal anything, so he swallowed and admitted to it.
Charlotte looked over and only then noticed Cyrus Thompson, a stern expression on his face similar to Justin's, his jaw set in determination.
"Pfft." Charlotte covered her mouth as she chuckled, sighing and shaking her head with no signs of annoyance.