The next morning, the Little Whiskers Daycare opened on time, but the owner was running on fumes.
I had spent the entire night prepping ingredients, balancing my ledger (which was looking much healthier, thanks to the B.A.D.s), and stressing about the fact that I still hadn't secured a husband. I was a zombie in an apron.
By 11:00 a.m., the adrenaline crashed.
I sat down in my rocking chair for "just a second" while the cubs were playing with blocks. The rhythmic tick-tock of the clock was hypnotic. My eyelids felt like they were made of lead.
Just... one... minute...
My chin hit my chest. I was out cold.
(The Cubs' POV)
The room went silent.
Vali paused mid-pounce, a block raised over his head. He looked at the chair. "Food Lady stopped moving."
"She is recharging," Arjun whispered loudly. "Like me after a protein crash!"
