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Brenda drags herself out of the car when she gets home. She perks up with every step toward the front door, though, looking forward to taking her baby and saying hi to her kids and husband. And making her husband do as much work as possible.
She lets herself into the house, about to call out when she sees Spike draped across the couch, completely asleep. And not only is Spike asleep, but William is on his stomach, also asleep. It looks like the baby is drooling a little, judging by the wet spot on Spike's chest. She smiles to herself and steps across the room to kiss Spike lightly. "Home, babe," she murmurs, and bends to kiss her son, too, careful not to wake him.
She lets herself into the house, about to call out when she sees Spike draped across the couch, completely asleep. And not only is Spike asleep, but William is on his stomach, also asleep. It looks like the baby is drooling a little, judging by the wet spot on Spike's chest. She smiles to herself and steps across the room to kiss Spike lightly. "Home, babe," she murmurs, and bends to kiss her son, too, careful not to wake him.