The Wolfe estate was alive with the sound of tiny feet pounding across the marble floors, squeals echoing through the halls, and a very flustered Talia chasing after her son, who had somehow managed to put syrup on the family cat.
"Zane Wolfe!" she shrieked. "That is not what syrup is for!"
"It's a spa day!" Zane announced proudly, completely nude except for one sock and a superhero cape. "Princess Fluff needed a makeover!"
Princess Fluff, the very fluffy and now sticky Ragdoll cat, sat miserably on the floor, licking herself with a dramatic sigh.
From the hallway, Ethan peeked into the room, coffee in hand, entirely too calm. "She *does* look younger. Maybe syrup is the new coconut oil?"
Talia shot him a glare. "Don't encourage him."
Zane made a break for it, dashing past his father. Ethan expertly scooped him up with one arm, upside down. "Gotcha, sticky bandit."
