Sofia hums, standing over the kitchen sink and staring out over the yard with a small smile on her face. The house is quiet behind her, both Ricardo and Alicia fast asleep in their room. She shakes her head fondly and casts a quick glance to the side, watching as the dogs eat their food quietly, also seeming somewhat sleepy in the light the early morning sun casts across the strip of tiles their bowls are stretched across. She stretches a little and moves to settle in with a book while she waits for the others to wake up, for it to be time to start breakfast and decide how best to spend her days.

Ricardo and Alicia are a lot more lowkey than others she's lived with, or worked for, content just to let her settle in in her new life, and never pushing her beyond this apartment. They're happy to have a third set of hands, especially with the baby on the way, and she adores them for it. Things will change once the pandemic is over, she's sure, her own natural need to help people and earn her own way already prickling at her, but she can't help but feel frozen in place, unsafe anywhere else currently. She blinks a few times and forces her gaze onto the pages before her, trying yet again to read the same sentences over again since she barely registered them the first time due to her mind wandering.

She's on her third try at it when she hears shuffling behind her and a sleepy yawn, Alicia wandering into the kitchen and pouring herself a glass of juice before trudging into the living room and slowly, awkwardly sitting down across from her on the couch with a hand on her stomach to brace herself. "Morning," she mumbles, squinting over at Sofia as she sips, slowly waking up.

"Morning," Sofia says softly, smiling at her. "How are you feeling?"

Alicia exhales roughly and Sofia's eyes soften. "Baby kicked a lot last night," she says quietly. "I didn't want to disturb Ricardo, but I spent a lot of the night just laying there, wishing I could just sleep."

Sofia sighs, putting her book aside and standing. "Let's get you a nice, hot breakfast, yeah? Maybe it'll help."

"I'm not really hungry," Alicia says, clearly more tired than anything concerning food right now, but Sofia insists as she quietly walks past Alicia, reaching out to gently soothe her hair out of her eyes.

Alicia does perk up, a little, when she's left with a stack of blueberry pancakes and a drizzle of syrup, sausages glistening next to them. She sips from her juice as she eyes the plate before her and sighs, gripping at her fork and digging in. Slowly, life eases back into her eyes and she actually smiles at Sofia halfway through. "Thanks," she says. "This is helping. And it tastes amazing, as always."

Ricardo joins them at some point and Sofia hands him a plate matching Alicia's, before turning to start her own breakfast. Once they're all sitting and quietly eating, Sofia watches Alicia discretely.

I know her due date's some point in November, she thinks. I don't think this baby is going to wait that long, however. The thought is both incredible and terrifying, because... how does one safely give birth during a pandemic? She watches, the worried anticipation growing as Ricardo leans over and sprawls a hand across Alicia's stomach, whispering something to the child growing within, a wide grin on his face as Alicia lightly rests her hand over his and smiles gently at him.

She's not sure, and it worries her. Especially with the awareness that Ricardo will not be allowed to be with Alicia during labor. Needing something to take her mind off of these plaguing thoughts, she turns back to her meal and tries to focus on the day ahead, everything that needs accomplished.