A baby will do...

Daisy climbs down the stairs with the empty tray, Grandma Calliope sits on the sofa with a smile plastered on her lips.

"Good morning, Grandma" Daisy greets.

Grandma Calliope's face brightens up the more, she turns to her. "A blooming one to you, child"

It was strange how happy Grandma Calliope was, not like she was never happy but most of the time, she rather spend it quarrying and nagging Dave.

Daisy enters the kitchen and places her plate on the slap, "Good morning, Mary" she greets and is about to wash the plates when Mary stops her

"Let me, young Ms," she hurries and takes the plate away from her.

Daisy frowns, "I can do it myself" she says not understanding why she took the plates away.

Mary smiles at her, "Yes, you can but you shouldn't do anything for now"

Grandma Calliope told Mary about what happened between Daisy and Dave. She gave serious instructions for her not to allow Daisy to do any work.

"Why? It's not like I am sick" Daisy complains.

"No, you aren't, but still, yo