It wasn't at all odd for there to be books laying around the Jones house hold. At any given time Mira was reading five different ones, but today there was far more than normal. She had raided her store for every book on maternity she had and now had them spread out in front of her on the kitchen table.

She poured over them and every now and then made a small eeping noise when she read something she found troubling. It was all very unsettling, there was so much stuff she didn't know and it was starting to worry her. Yeah, she knew she was clueless about a good deal of thing, social interaction being one such thing, but she had no idea she knew so little about this. How was she ever going to be a good parent?

Mira was so caught up in her reading and worrying that she forgot about the food in the oven that she had been making for dinner. Even as it started to burn, it wasn't enough to take her attention away from the books.