 Anashti l Brat Pack l Sally & Dr. Finklestein
Because she was lucky enough to have a spouse that was very encouraging with open communication, had she ever felt dissatisfied or upset with anything in her and Suresh's life together, she would have gone to him. But it was perhaps that he was so communicative that she could not come up with very many instances in which anything had to be addressed. She was a very, very fortunate woman.
And the way that Suresh felt about the interactions between herself and their daughter? That was exactly the emotions invoked for Advika whenever she watched the loves of her life together. They were so cute, and it was so abundantly clear how enthralled with being a father Suresh was. Advi definitely wanted at least one more at some point or another as well. "With the stomachs on you, my loves, I'm worried Maa did not make enough!" She replied, giggling as she followed the pair of them. She paused to playfully tap the top of the sheep's head. "I think it's Lambie who will eat the most though." She winked at Suresh, before another soft giggle escaped her at his words. "I wonder where that might have come from." She teasing, giving his arm a soft squeeze as she passed them to enter the kitchen first and pulled out her list closer of the neighbors and family she had been hoping to give cookies to as gifts. Quickly separating a couple of tins, she double checked the list once more to make sure she had enough, before readying the rest for her husband and daughter's consumption.
When Baa started moving towards the kitchen, the little one just flailed around even more excitedly in his arms, before SQUEEEEEZING her sheep extra close to get out some of the emotions. Her little mouth was already salivating at the idea of all the cookies. And even more so when the door swung open and she could see all the ones Maa was sorting out. She nearly protested as some of the cookies were put away, considering throwing a temper tantrum about wanting a very specific gingerbread ninja, when she saw the loot her that was still left for her and Baa and decided against it. "Stoo! Stoo!" She cried instead, patting her Baa's shoulder and then pointing at the stool that Maa usually set up in the kitchen for her to 'help' at.
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