Daffodil tugged on her dress hem as she typed idly away on her laptop. Her legs dangled over the couch, body splayed out like there was no tomorrow. Manners never meant much to her, anyway, and it showed as she wiggled her toes and disregarded just how high her dress was riding. Her kids were at school, so pretending to be responsible didn't matter much anymore. Especially because they boarded at the academy, too. For awhile her kids had stayed with her, but eventually the house became too cramped and she had convinced them to stay at the academy. Yet, that didn't stop her from feeling the familiar baby fever.

Now, Daffodil wasn't the best mothering type. She was far more childish and playful then the more responsible type of mothers. But, she wasn't bad, either. Somehow, she managed to take care of her kids just fine, even if most doubted her in the beginning. She was eager for more kids, even if, honestly, she was more interested in seeing what more mini-her's would look like. It wasn't the most sound reason for having kids, but hey, there was worse.