By the time Nevaeh had arrived with reinforcement, Quin's crying had calmed considerably - from what she heard. "OKAY," She started, taking her nephew straight out of his mummy, and her best friend's arms. "Emery, go nap. Quill, you too. Go, go!" She was not asking, by any means. They were both exhausted.

"Hi Quinny," Nevaeh cooed, brushing her fingers against his red cheeks. Back to work, though. "Zachary, make a bottle for him, and then start the laundry."

"Tyler, I want you to start picking up the house." Annnd, her son. "Baby Noel, want to help mummy feed Quinny?"