Unlike some of the young mothers in her friends' circle, Vivica did not have a mother of her own to help with some of the nitty gritty details of being a mommy, of directing a household and keeping a husband. Given that her marriage had been going strong for three years and produced an heir already, Vivica knew she was doing well. On the topic of her friends, perhaps not so well, given that Avery had trouble staying put around some of her friends, but perhaps all he needed was more exposure to them. She sat in the breakfast nook, an early afternoon sunbeam pouring light onto the table. Bond was playing quietly at her feet, something he was very good at. Vivica had some things to do outside of the house, but she waited, her nails tapping gently on the teacup as she waited for that loud 'pop' which startled Bond only slightly, and the familiar footsteps as Avery approached them. She smoothed her hand over Bond's soft baby hair to soothe him. Vivica gave Avery a surprised look, specifically contrived just for this occasion, she had sent the owl herself. "You're home early, darling, shall I have tea brought back?"