Who: Pam and Kris When: First thing in the morning Where: Their house
It took a little bit to figure out why she had slept better tonight than she had the night before. She woke up when her alarm went off, since she knew being a good wife meant making dinner for Kris when he had to go to work, and she'd never been much of a late sleeper anyway. But she'd feed the baby and the husband and go about her day being a housewife, and it was all kind of dull but fine. She listened quietly, trying to figure out if Kris was awake downstairs yet. It was a quiet morning.
But that was the reason she'd slept so well, she realized. She hadn't needed to get up to feed or change baby Emil in the middle of the night, which was not the case the night before. She liked this better, she decided. She still didn't really like having this weird robot kid that tied her to Kris, even if he ignored Emil completely. She could play that she liked it just fine, but there were reason that she and Fletcher hadn't had kids yet.
With her last few minutes of peace, probably, Pam took a quick shower, pulled her wet hair up in a tight bun, and put on one of the cute dresses left for her, which was part of why she liked this place. She expected that Emil would be crying by the time she was done, but he wasn't. So she took some more time to do her makeup. Still nothing. Not wanting to be downstairs in the middle of cooking when he finally did wake up, she thought it best to wake him herself.
She poked her head into the nursery, then crept in the rest of the way, hoping to wake the baby gently, rather than scaring him awake by throwing open the door. "Good morning, sweetie," she cooed as she walked up to the nice crib. Her face fell when she was close enough to see in over the frilly white lining. Emil wasn't in his crib. She pursed her lips, then headed downstairs. She hadn't expected Kris to suddenly decide to be a father to the kid.
"Kris? Sweetie?" she asked as she made her way over, expecting to find the doll in his hands.