Chelsea pondered while she walked. Anna certainly was acting off. Being a single mother had to be stressful, hopefully she wasn't cracking under the pressure.
"I should bring her a lasagna or something," she thought to herself. She felt something poking her hip. Noah's buttons must have turned weird. She shifted him slightly, solving the issue.
She opened her front door, carefully swinging Noah inside with her, as he cooed. "You were so good for Mommy! Yes!" She rubbed her nose on his, a crowd pleaser for sure. He laughed uproariously.
She glanced at the clock, noting the time. "Goodness, someone needs his nap," she told her son. She quickly carried him upstairs, and laid him down in his crib. Normally, there would be more of a fuss, but he seemed suddenly sleepy and amicable. Chelsea had learned not to look gift horses in the mouth. She flipped the baby monitor on, and headed downstairs.