The living room is a mess. Can’t you clean up? Sonny’s toys are scattered everywhere.
“What do you do at home all day? Nothing,” Hank remarked.
Liberty carried a plate of roasted potatoes to feed her son before having her own dinner. Responding sarcastically to her husband’s accusations, she said, “I do nothing all day. That’s why the living room is a mess.”
Hank was left speechless.
“Sonny made the mess. You know how kids are. Lucas always creates chaos at home, and your dad and I have to clean up multiple times a day.”
Concerned that the couple might argue again, Mrs. Brown quickly interjected.
Hank muttered something under his breath, but Liberty didn’t catch what he said.
With Mrs. Brown intervening, Chelsea had to abandon her plans to exacerbate the situation.
“Sonny.” Hank moved closer and gently stroked his son’s head.
Sonny greeted his father and opened his mouth for his mother to feed him.
“Did you not make beef stew for Sonny today?” Hank asked, watching his son enjoy his meal.
“No. Sonny is two now. He can have something more substantial,” Liberty replied.
“Okay, but you need to ensure he gets enough protein. Otherwise, he won’t have a balanced meal.” Hank affectionately ruffled his son’s hair. The little guy resembled Liberty, with only a slight resemblance to him.
“Sure,” Liberty responded.
Lately, since she had been busy job hunting, they had been eating at Serenity’s shop. Serenity prepared poultry and red meat for Sonny, and today he had shrimp and pork. The food was delicious.
Sonny loved to eat.
“Is dinner ready?” Hank asked.
“It’s ready,” Liberty confirmed.
She paused feeding Sonny to show Hank the seafood receipt, saying, “All three hundred dollars are accounted for. Your sister complained about the size of the shrimp.”
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