Carlos looked to her, a little big concerned. “Uh… do you need to?” he asked her. “Are you okay?”
“Drake’s taking a nap for me right now, but it’s not the same as actually sleeping yourself, you know?” Mia sighed, accompanying the sound with a shake of her head. “Got too much to do, and not enough hours in even the Alshondi day to do it.”
“What’s going on?” Carlos asked her. “Is… is there anything I can do to help?” He had no idea what sort of things someone like Mia had to do – obviously important queen/mom/space stuff – but if he could help in any way he could…
“Two balls for entirely different occasions, four different peace treaty negotiations that can’t be put off, and the werewolves are on the verge of an international catastrophe thanks to some idiot with a….bright phone?…and some poor pup in the wrong place at the wrong time.”
She shook her head again before running a hand through her hair and looking at her friend. “Don’t suppose you could be put upon to sit the children again?“
“I absolutely can,” Carlos said. “I was able to come up with activities the last time they were around, so I know what to do now.” He smiled at her. “They’ll be in good hands with me.”
The Perfect Scientist 