When she rolled back home, Hubert, Boris, and Noomi were chillin' in their high chairs, munching on baby food. Those pink, yellow, and blue chairs were their thrones, and they never mixed 'em up. Evelyn was nearby, catching Phoebe dragging herself in, looking beat. She shot her a glance and asked, "You eaten yet?"@@novelbin@@

"Nah," Phoebe sighed, leaning against the shoe cabinet to swap her shoes, looking totally wiped. Hearing her voice, her kids all yelled out, "Mommy!"

Phoebe tossed her bag on the couch, straightened up, and strolled into the dining room. She eyed their dinner, which Evelyn had whipped up. It looked delish.

Seeing Phoebe eyeing their grub, Boris didn't even blink and scooped up a spoonful for her. "Mommy, eat."

Phoebe leaned in and took a bite. This got Hubert and Noomi hyped, and they started feeding her too.

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