Mona was just finishing making a bottle for Nicholas (ignoring that little voice in the back of her head that told her she was a failure for not being able to stick it out with breastfeeding even though it had just been too painful for her) when the knock sounded at the door. She set the bottle down on the coffee table on the way to the door, hoping that Nicholas wouldn't go into full-on cry mode with the delay to getting his bottle. Opening the door, Mona smiled at her sister. "Hey Miranda, c'mon in," she greeted her, stepping back and to the side to let her in. "You didn't have to bring anything," she said as she noticed the tupperware, eying it curiously. "I picked up Italian, but I didn't get dessert. Is that something sweet?" She'd developed quite the sweet tooth since returning to Texas, and if Miranda had brought dessert, well, she wasn't going to tell her again that it hadn't been necessary.