Working his way up the stairs from the basement with a heavy crate in his arms, Gregori realized that he had forgotten to open the door. Sighing, he walked all the way back down the stairs, set the wooden crate down, walked back up, opened the door, and retrieved the crate. He shook his head. It was early morning, yet he had worked up a sweat already.<br/><br/>Wiping the perspiration from his brow with the sleeve of his black collared shirt, Gregori walked into the main room and stopped. The scent of baking bread filled his nostrils and caused moisture to pool in his mouth, as it always did. Though the work was damned hard at times, there were certain advantages to working in a bakery--- fresh pastries and bread were chief among those advantages. Then again, it also distracted him from his duties; for instance, he was so distracted by the smell that he had entirely forgotten about the crate he hauled up from the basement. Going back and dragging it into the main room, he noticed that his wife and that damned sister of hers were up already.<br/><br/>Gregori had walked in just in time to hear Ari refer to him as a "cranky husband".<br/><br/>Walking over to the sisters, he put his arms around his wife's massive belly from behind her, raised an eyebrow at Ari, and asked "and just vat vould I being cranky about, hmm?"<br/><br/>