Due to a meeting running long, she and Louis had eaten dinner rather late. Noticing the little boy's whining and his incessant blinking Vera had moved straight from dinner to bedtime routine. Barely putting up a fight, the little boy had cuddled into his favourite stuffed toy and had fallen asleep before Vera had reached the end of his favourite lullaby.
After she had sent Louis's toys to the chest she concentrated on the pile of dishes she had left on the counter. She was scrubbing her first plate when a toy crashed into one of their many lamps, startled the blonde and made her drop the plate on the ground. "Bloody Hell!" She let out at least as loud as the crashes.
Hoping the noise had not woken up her son, she winced. When a few seconds of silence passed she started picking up the pieces of ceramic. What a mess!