As much as Sophia enjoyed and thrived on working, loved being on set, in front and behind the camera, nothing could beat being home with her little family. It was a realisation she hadn’t expected to gain more than four years ago, but once it had happened, she couldn’t quite imagine life being any other way. Tearing herself out of her musings, she smiled and thanked the vendor at the Farmer’s Market, and placed the last of their purchases into her beloved shopping basket. “Do you think we need anything else? Have we forgotten something?” she asked Lisa, who was staring down on a piece of paper with a furrowed brow - her very own shopping list, filled with still kinda chopped or reversed letters which spelled out their intended items to buy. Sophia was so proud of her little girl for it, and while she and Chris helped her along with the letters themselves, she was, at barely five years old, already quite capable of spelling out what she wanted. Bright blue eyes looked up at her suddenly. “No, mummy, I think we caught it all. Let’s go find dad and CJ.” Finding was a bit of a stretch, since they knew very well where to find them - they had left them at the playground at the park right around the corner, and two filled Byta travel mugs of coffee later, they were on their way to gather up the rest of their family. “Can I go play?” The words were hardly out of her mouth, when tiny feet took Lisa away from her side, and Sophia stopped to grin at her mini-me fondly. In no time, the little girl had found her brother, and some of her kindergarten friends, and while it might take some time to get both kids to leave now, she couldn’t bring herself to mind.
What she realised that she did mind, however, was the flock of women who were surrounding a tall, broad, cap wearing guy, who had three dogs resting at his feet. Her guy, her mind supplied helpfully. Still, her eyes narrowed, when one of the playground mothers touched his arm and laughed a little too excessively at what was being said. There was no need to touch, was there? Breathing in deeply through her nose, she tried to count it out - four seconds in, eight seconds out - but that hand still hadn’t left his biceps, and her inner mind was bringing up images of her ripping it off a little too gleefully for her. Since when was she getting jealous? Probably since she was on her period and more hormonally high-strung than usual, she thought with a shake of her head. And while she usually might have sat back and remained calm, she found herself striding towards them and perching herself onto his lap the moment she reached the bench. “Hi honey,” she greeted with a kiss, and handed one of the mugs to him, the basket resting at their feet, “did I miss anything?”