"Mum, mum, mum," Krista hummed into the plastic cellphone.
Ymir laid sprawled out on the couch, passed out with a book on her chest.
"Mum, mum, mum," Krista managed to crawl up near Ymir's feet and then smacked the book down to sit on her mother's stomach.
"Hn," Ymir's brows furrowed but she didn't wake. She was too used to their daughter constantly shuffling and moving about when she slept in their bed.
"Rinnng, Rinng," Krista imitated, putting the phone on Ymir's face.
Ymir groaned, pushing the phone off.
Krista glowered and slid off of her.
"Mum! Mum!" She got after her for being such a poor sport but even that didn't wake Ymir.
Krista picked up the phone and was about to attempt again but she saw the book and got an idea.
Meanwhile in the kitchen, Historia was answering e-mails on her laptop regarding the CFO and his ability to somehow drag on meetings with personal information. It was a waste of company time and—
"FUCK!" Ymir screamed and Historia jumped out of her seat.
So many possibilities were running through her head as she bolted into the living room to see Krista on the ground, crying, and running to her in fear as Ymir held her nose where blood was gushing out. Nearby was a bloodied book.
"WHAT HAPPENED!?"
"YOUR DAUGHTER TRIED TO MURDER ME IN MY SLEEP!" Ymir cried out, pulling her hand away from her nose—Oh no!
"YOUR NOSE!"
"OH MY GOD!" Ymir felt it and cried when it felt misshapen.
"MY NOSE!"
"OH MY GOD!"
"MOMMY!" Krista wailed, scared.
"OUR DAUGHTER FUCKING BROKE MY NOSE! OH MY GOD! BRING ME TO THE HOSPITAL! I WILL DIE OF BLOOD LOSS!"
"Just, everyone, calm down, calm down," Historia urged, quickly picking up their frightened daughter and her keys from the kitchen.
"How did this happen?" Historia asked as Ymir was tearing up, covering her nose with a washrag.
"SHE JUST THREW THE BOOK AT MY FACE! SHE HATES ME, HISTORIA! OH MY GOD! THE MOTHER'S BOOK PREDICTED THIS BECAUSE I DIDN'T—"
"Ymir… I don't think she meant it or understood it." Historia told her as they ran out the door. Historia hastily went to buckling her child into the children's seat as Ymir went to the passenger's side, groaning and crying.
"SHE HATES ME!"
"No… No…She loves you."
"Oh my Gooddddd ourrrr chillddddd hatesssss meeeeeee!"