“Ah, Liliana. Stop running!” Roxanne shouted, chasing after a little girl that scurried around the room like a mouse. 

The child zig zagged, always managing to evade her mother’s grasp at the last second. This made the flustered Roxanne even more frantic.

“How is it that I’ve outrun cars and stuff, but still can’t handle a little girl like you.” She cried, feeling powerless before the might of the little girl.

“Mama iz tuu shloo! Hihihi!” The girl giggled, clearly enjoying herself and the expression her mother made.

Roxanne couldn’t exert herself too much, since her belly wasn’t exactly in a fit condition. Perhaps this was why she struggled with...