I observe Emily, who is sitting in front of me, eating pizza. If her dinner was pizza, it's something I love.She thinks I don't notice her glancing at the door and checking the time every few minutes, so I curiously ask her, "Do you have to leave?" She tries to hide her eagerness upon hearing my question."No, it's just that I find it strange that Mason hasn't arrived. Does he often come home late?" she asks, picking up her phone."No, not at all. It never happens, except for this time when he had something to take care of," I nervously reply. "I'm going to call him to make sure everything is okay," I tell her, reaching for my phone."Let's wait and see if he arrives. It might be that he's driving or close to home," she says, checking the time.I notice her nervousness, so discreetly, I quickly type a message on my phone, "Your mom is here, waiting to see you." I put my phone aside and look at Emily, who currently has Simba on her lap. Every time she comes home, my baby jumps onto he
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