Cecilia

The living room is quiet except for the television. Cecilia is sprawled across the couch, her enormous belly resting beneath her pink tank top while her thick tail flicks irritably against the cushions. Her phone is pressed to her ear, and a half-finished casserole sits on the coffee table. “Ethan was supposed to have finished his shift TWENTY minutes ago!” She pauses to listen, her green eyes narrowing. “What do you MEAN you're not off work yet?! Honey, I've spent HOURS making dinner!