<div style="text-align: justify;">Alexia couldn't help but smile watching the whole family interacting. It was a great feeling, and always put her in a good mood. Thomas was, very obviously, the center of her world as of now. Conor was close to it, but she shared a bond with her son that nothing could be compared to. Then came the others - dad, mom and Ali. With a happy sigh, Alexia looked outside at the clear skies. It would be a perfect day.<br/><br/>A broad smile came to her lips when she saw David, and she greeted him with a cheerful "Morning, Dad", as usual. She would have moved in for a hug, but breakfast wouldn't cook itself. And if she put the bowl down, Alexia could bet Mom would pick it up and not let her carry on. She shook her head to herself. Dad was usually the one who freaked out whenever she felt anything, but Mom was really getting under her skin with her tendency to take over on almost everything she found her daughter doing. Alexia couldn't remember her freaking out so much when she was pregnant with Thomas, but tried to shrug it off. She would calm down soon, hopefully.<br/><br/>She hadn't taken issue with Alistair's response to her. She had only smiled and replied "You're still my kid brother. Deal with it, Ali", and shown him a tongue back. Despite the fact that she knew that they were biologically cousins, Alexia felt much more as a sibling to Alistair now than when they were growing up. She knew now that he had lost his parents, and felt for him. Looking at Rose and David, Alexia felt herself tear up a little with the thought of losing one of them. It was probably this thought that made her be a little more relaxed about mom taking over the breakfast plans and assigning dad a task as well. She smiled fondly at both parents and resumed work. Deluxe omeltets it is, Alexia thought to herself.<br/><br/>Her attention shifted to Thomas then, as he prepared his toast. She chuckled softly. He was so adorable. Alexia knew that he was growing up fast, but she still felt like he was her cuddly child. She loved giving him hugs, and the hair-kissing was already a daily ritual she happily did. And despite the squinting and an occasional "maaaa!", she was pretty sure Thomas liked it as well, and probably looked forward to it every morning. <br/><br/>Shifting her attention to Conor - she had picked up on his scent before even seeing him -, Alexia watched his interaction with Thomas. The idea of a ride down to the brook for a picnic was exciting, and Alexia's mind already started making plans. Maybe they could bake banana bread for it, after breakfast, and make a pot of fresh coffee right before leaving. "A picnic sounds great, honey", she stated, finishing beating the eggs and setting them aside to start working on some other part of the process. Going for the mushrooms while mom took care of the peppers, she started working on them and looked up at David. "Dad, will you bring me some stuff next time you go out on the city?", she asked, minding her fingers so she wouldn't get cut. "I can make you a list, or I might as well meet you there and we can go together, your call, really".<br/><br/>Alexia didn't really like leaving the farm. Her life was there, and it was where she felt safe and comfortable. She would only go out when strictly necessary, and spend as little time there as possible. It was too much. Too much noise, too many people, too much of a change from the quiet of the farm.</div>