Sarah knew she wasn't supposed to have caffeine while pregnant. But just one cup (pot) wouldn't hurt, would it? She settled the tin down on the bench and climbed down. "He's gone." She plucked out one of her premade little baggies, sniffing it to be sure it was the one she wanted, before emptying it into the basket, and setting the coffeemaker on slow drip. "Was snuggled up in the bed one minute, I get up to pee, and wash my face, I went to go curl back up with him, and he was gone." Poof, like a puff of smoke.
She leaned against the cabinet in front of the slow brew, when the big tomcat jumped up beside her. She ran her hand down along his back, while a little shadow colored one weaved around her ankles. She nodded toward the toddler in the playpen. "That's your niece, by the way. Harriette Cyprus Dresden. Harri for short."