Summer Rose sighed as she looked over the bills scattered across the dining room table. They were all due within the month, as was her unborn daughter. As if to remind her mother of this fact the tiny life inside of Summer moved.
"I know. I know." Summer said, placing a hand on her belly. "I'm ready for you to come out too."
Summer heard the door open behind her followed by the familiar sound of a pair of heavy boots wearily trudging in before the door closed again. A moment later she felt warm arms wrap around her and soft lips press against her cheek.
"You're up late," Qrow told her.
"And your home late."
"Sorry, things got a little carried away and I lost track of time."
"You don't have to lie to me Qrow. I know you were in town at the tavern."
"I'm sorry, Summer."
Summer smiled weakly. "Me too."