Who: Nuclear Power, National Security and Chaos Theory (NPC) What: Oh, by the way… Where: Jamie’s apartment When: Sunday night
Setting Izzy down in the crib Enola paused to take in her daughter’s sleeping form. The little girl had put up quite the resistance though exhaustion had won out in the end. It was amusing as it was frustrating as Enola had noted months ago that Jamie had no issue in getting the kid to sleep in five minutes or less. Which might have been something of a trade off as Enola hadn’t gotten puked on as often as he did.
Satisfied that the duck blanket was tucked around the baby just right Enola tiptoed out of the bedroom.
Now she could start planning her work itinerary and figure out a way to relay what her father-thing had said.