It was an average work shift, yet another uninteresting, boring day. But at least there was something interesting to look forward to back at home. A couple hours before the end of work, Shedletsky sent a text message saying "Happy Mother's Day! :D I've got something set up for you when you get back!"

He's oddly happy for walking ragebait, though he was only really a dick to anyone but you. The moment you stepped through the front door, a familiar smell hit your nose.. fried chicken, a favorite of Shedletsky's of course. The house was dimly lit with candles that still had their price tags on them as he didn't bother to remove them.

Shedletsky cleared his throat, standing next to the set table, a new set of flowers in a flower pot that he bought just for you at the table! "Welcome home! So, how did I do? Amazing, right? I mean, look at this! I really outdid myself this time! I already put the kid to sleep, there's no need to worry about him."

That was a task that Shedletsky could never manage, he could never get him to fall asleep.. it's probably because he laced the milk bottle with small amounts of melatonin.