Saturday mornings in Lia's house were rarely quiet. That particular morning was no exception.
Sunlight streamed through the dining room windows, spilling across the table where plates of toast, scrambled eggs, and a bowl of fruit sat waiting to be devoured. The television hummed softly in the background, some weekend cartoon playing at a low volume.
Lia sat at the dining table, absently stirring the tea in her mug while staring down at her plate. Her mind was still tangled in thoughts she hadn't managed to escape all week. Physics projects, the strange tension in the library, Adrian's sudden appearance, and the weight of everything else pressing on her heart.
But peace never lasted long in a house filled with siblings.
Angela, the youngest of them all and barely five years old, darted across the living room like a tiny tornado.
"Mummy!" she shouted dramatically as she ran back toward the hallway where their mother stood near the kitchen. "Clara said a bad word!"
Clara groaned loudly from the dining table.
"Oh my goodness, Angela," Clara said, rolling her eyes. "I didn't say a bad word. I said 'stupid.' That's not even bad."
Angela gasped as though Clara had just committed a terrible crime.
"Yes it is! Teacher said so!"
Before Clara could respond, Angela had already turned and sprinted back toward their mother again.
"Mummy! She said it again!"
Emerald burst out laughing from her seat at the table. Being the eldest sister, she had long mastered the art of watching the chaos without getting dragged into it too quickly.
"Angela," Emerald called between laughs, "you're running a full police station this morning."
Angela ignored her completely.
Clara leaned toward Lia and muttered under her breath, "This child is going to grow up and become a spy."
Lia smirked slightly but stayed quiet, reaching for another piece of toast.
That was apparently another crime.
Angela immediately pointed.
"Mummy! Lia is laughing at me!"
Their mother sighed heavily from across the room, rubbing her temples.
"Angela, sweetheart, sit down and eat your food."
Angela marched back to the table dramatically, her tiny arms folded across her chest like she had just endured the greatest injustice of her life.
But peace still didn't last.
Clara leaned closer to Angela and whispered teasingly, "Snitch."
Angela gasped again.
"Mummyyyy!"
Their mother's patience snapped.
"Enough!" she said sharply, stepping into the dining area. "If I hear one more complaint this morning, everyone will finish breakfast in silence."
The table went quiet immediately.
Angela sat proudly, satisfied with her victory.
Clara slowly leaned back in her chair, muttering under her breath, "Dictator."
Angela's head snapped toward her like a hawk spotting prey.
"MUM-"
"Angela," their mother warned firmly.
The little girl froze mid-sentence.
Satisfied the situation was under control, their mother sighed again.
"I'm going to my room. Please behave like normal human beings for ten minutes."
With that, she walked down the hallway and disappeared into her bedroom, leaving the house suspiciously quiet.
For about three seconds.
Clara immediately leaned forward across the table toward Lia.
"Pass me the serviette."
Lia didn't even look up from her plate.
"No."
Clara blinked.
"What do you mean no?"
"You heard me."
Clara stared at her in disbelief.
"You're refusing to pass a serviette that's literally next to your hand?"
"Yes."
Emerald looked up slowly, already sensing the beginning of entertainment.
"Oh this is interesting," she said casually, taking a sip of juice.
Clara narrowed her eyes at Lia.
"Why?"
Lia shrugged.
"I don't feel like it."
Clara gasped dramatically.
"Ohhh I see. Someone woke up with an attitude."
Emerald smirked.
"Or maybe someone woke up thinking about a certain someone."
Lia froze.
Clara's eyes widened instantly.
"Oh my goodness."
"Clara," Lia warned.
Clara leaned back in her chair with a wicked grin.
"Is this about Jaden or tell me it's Adrian?"
Lia dropped her fork.
"I swear if you start-"
Emerald immediately joined in.
"Oh no no no," she laughed. "We definitely have to start now."
Clara clutched her chest like she had just discovered the most exciting secret in the world.
"Wait wait wait... is this why you've been walking around the house looking like someone stole your favorite book?"
Lia glared at them.
"I look normal."
"You look heartbroken and miserable," Clara said cheerfully.
Lia snapped
"I'm not miserable"
Emerald nodded.
"Very heartbroken."
"I am not heartbroken!"
Angela, who had been completely uninterested in the conversation, climbed onto the chair and reached for the television remote on the table.
Meanwhile, Clara leaned closer toward Lia with a mischievous grin.
"So tell us," she said dramatically. "Did lover boys mess up again ?"
Lia grabbed the serviette and threw it at Clara's face.
"There. Take the stupid serviette."
Emerald burst into laughter.
"Oh she's definitely upset."
Clara wiped her face and looked at the napkin.
"You threw a serviette at me."
"Yes."
Clara looked thrilled.
"Oh we are definitely talking about this."
Angela had now successfully grabbed the remote and started pressing random buttons on it, changing the TV channels rapidly.
Cartoons turned into news.
News turned into a cooking show.
Then a football match.
Angela didn't care about any of them. She just liked pressing buttons.
Meanwhile the teasing at the table had fully escalated.
Clara leaned forward again.
"So tell us everything. Did Jaden confess his love? Or was it Adrian?which did you reject?which of them cried?"
Emerald gasped dramatically.
"Oh imagine if Adrian cried."
Lia buried her face in her hands.
"You two are unbelievable."
Clara laughed.
"Translation: yes something happened."
Emerald added fuel to the fire.
"You know what I think?"
"What?" Clara asked.
"I think she's pretending not to care."
"I AM NOT PRETENDING."
Angela randomly shouted at the TV.
"I want cartoons!"
Clara snatched the remote from her.
"No. Adults are talking."
"I AM TELLING MUMMY."
"Go ahead," Clara said calmly.
Angela stood up angrily-
Right as a knock sounded at the front door.
Everyone froze for a moment.
Clara stood up.
"I'll get it."
She walked toward the door and pulled it open.
Standing outside was a tall familiar figure with messy hair and a relaxed grin.
"Luke?" Clara said.
Luke leaned against the doorway casually.
"Wow. No hug? I'm offended."
Clara stepped aside.
"Come in before Angela reports you to the police."
Luke laughed and stepped inside.
"What chaos did I just walk into?"
He walked into the dining room and immediately noticed the tension-and Lia sitting there looking annoyed.
"Oh," he said slowly, smiling. "This looks interesting."
Emerald grinned.
"Perfect timing. We're teasing Lia."
Luke's eyes lit up instantly.
"Oh really?"
Lia groaned.
"No. Absolutely not."
Too late.
Luke pulled out a chair and sat down beside Clara.
"So what did she do?"
Clara leaned toward him dramatically.
"Something happened with Jaden."
"Or it might be Adrian"
Emerald chimed in, wiping the sides of her mouths with the back of her hands.
Luke gasped.
"NO WAY."
Lia stared at the ceiling.
"I hate all of you."
Emerald laughed so hard she nearly dropped her glass.
Luke leaned toward Lia with a mischievous grin.
"So... are we talking romantic drama?"
Clara nodded enthusiastically.
"Very romantic drama."
Angela finally climbed back onto her chair and grabbed her toast, completely uninterested in the teasing.
Luke clapped his hands together.
"Alright. Someone start from the beginning."
Lia stood up abruptly, grabbing her plate.
"I'm leaving."
Clara pointed at her triumphantly.
"CONFIRMED. SOMETHING HAPPENED."
Luke laughed loudly.
"Oh this is going to be a great Saturday."
And as Lia walked toward the kitchen, she could still hear their laughter echoing behind her.
For better or worse, peace was never an option in this house.
By evening, the house had settled into the comfortable rhythm that always followed a noisy morning.
The golden glow of sunset filtered through the living room curtains, casting soft shadows across the floor. The television hummed in the background, currently blasting the sounds of exaggerated grunts and crowd cheers from a wrestling match that Luke had insisted on watching.
On the couch, Clara had long since surrendered to boredom.
She lay sprawled across the cushions, one arm hanging off the side, her mouth slightly open as she slept. Every now and then she shifted and muttered something incoherent before settling again, completely uninterested in the chaotic punches and dramatic commentary coming from the TV.
Luke sat comfortably on the armchair opposite the couch, eyes glued to the screen.
"YES!" he shouted suddenly when one wrestler slammed another onto the mat.
Clara didn't even flinch.
At the dining table, Lia sat with Angela beside her, a notebook spread open between them. Angela held a pencil in her tiny fingers, her brows scrunched in deep concentration as she tried to solve the question in front of her.
Lia leaned over slightly, patient as ever.
"Okay," she said gently. "Let's try this again. What is seven plus five?"
Angela tapped the pencil against the paper thoughtfully.
"Thirteen?"
Luke immediately turned from the TV.
"WRONG!" he announced dramatically.
Angela glared at him.
"I didn't ask you!"
Lia sighed.
"Luke, please stop confusing her."
Luke grinned mischievously.
"I'm helping."
Angela crossed her arms stubbornly.
"You're not helping."
Emerald's laughter drifted from the other side of the room.
She stood near the ironing board, carefully pressing a shirt their mother had asked her to iron. A neat stack of freshly ironed clothes already sat beside her, showing she had been at it for a while.
"Luke," she said amusedly, "you're going to give the child trust issues."
"I'm building character," Luke replied proudly.
Angela turned back to her notebook.
"Seven plus five," Lia repeated patiently.
Angela counted on her fingers slowly.
"One... two... three..."
Luke leaned forward again.
"Careful," he whispered teasingly. "It might still be thirteen."
Angela snapped her head toward him.
"Stop it!"
Emerald chuckled softly, shaking her head as she continued ironing.
Lia tried to suppress a smile.
"Focus, Angela."
Angela counted again carefully.
"...eleven... twelve."
Her face lit up.
"Twelve!"
"Correct," Lia said warmly.
Angela beamed proudly.
Luke groaned dramatically.
"Wow. I was really rooting for thirteen."
Angela stuck her tongue out at him.
Clara shifted on the couch and mumbled something unintelligible before rolling onto her side.
Luke glanced over.
"She's been asleep for almost an hour."
"Your wrestling show did that," Emerald replied.
"It's a masterpiece."
"Sure it is," Lia said dryly.
Angela flipped to the next page of her assignment.
"Next question!"
Luke leaned over again.
"Oh good, another chance to sabotage."
Lia threw a pillow at him.
It hit him squarely in the chest.
"Behave," she warned.
Luke laughed.
"Yes ma'am."
For the next twenty minutes, the house filled with small moments like that-Angela counting loudly, Luke teasing whenever she hesitated, Emerald humming softly as she ironed, and Lia guiding her little sister patiently through each problem.
Eventually Angela dropped her pencil onto the table with a satisfied sigh.
"I'm done!"
Lia checked the page.
"All correct."
Angela raised her hands triumphantly.
"I'm smart!"
Luke clapped slowly.
"Congratulations. You survived math."
Emerald placed the last ironed shirt on the pile and unplugged the iron.
"Perfect timing," she said. "Mum asked us to get the provisions before the stores close."
Lia stood up and stretched slightly.
"Oh right-the shopping list."
Emerald picked up the paper their mother had left on the counter earlier that afternoon.
Luke grabbed his car keys from the table.
"Road trip," he announced.
Angela perked up.
"I want to come!"
Emerald shook her head.
"Not tonight, little one. You've already done enough running around today."
Angela pouted.
Luke crouched down beside her.
"I'll bring you snacks."
Her pout vanished immediately.
"Chocolate?"
"Maybe."
Angela considered it carefully.
"Okay."
Clara was still asleep when they left.
Emerald threw a small blanket over her.
"She'll wake up eventually."
The evening air outside was cool and calm as they stepped out.
Luke unlocked his car-a dark sedan that had clearly seen many family errands and cousin adventures.
"Shotgun," Emerald said quickly.
Luke pointed at Lia.
"She gets front seat today."
Emerald smirked.
"Special treatment?"
"Driver's privilege," Luke replied.
Lia rolled her eyes but got into the passenger seat.
The ride to the mall was relaxed.
Streetlights flickered on one by one as the sky darkened, and soft music played from Luke's speakers while Emerald read the shopping list aloud.
"Rice. Milk. Bread. Detergent. Soap..."
Luke groaned.
"This is the least exciting shopping list in history."
"Focus," Emerald said.
When they reached the mall parking lot, the place buzzed with evening activity-families walking around, lights glowing from storefronts, and music drifting from nearby shops.
They grabbed a cart and began moving through the aisles.
Luke pushed the cart while Emerald and Lia searched for items.
"Rice-check," Emerald said, tossing a bag into the cart.
"Bread-check," Lia added.
Luke added a pack of cookies.
Emerald stared at him.
"That wasn't on the list."
"It's for Angela."
She allowed it.
Halfway through the store, Luke suddenly stopped walking.
"Oh wow."
Lia looked up.
"What?"
A tall guy walking toward them broke into a grin.
"Luke?"
"Daniel!" Luke said excitedly.
They clasped hands in a quick handshake that turned into a half-hug.
"Man, it's been years," Daniel said.
"I know," Luke replied. "How's it been with you man."
They chatted briefly-catching up about work, life, and mutual friends.
Lia and Emerald waited patiently beside the cart.
Daniel glanced at them.
"Your sisters?"
Luke smiled.
"Cousins."
"Nice to meet you," Daniel said politely.
After a few more minutes, they said their goodbyes.
"Don't disappear again," Daniel said.
"I won't," Luke replied.
Shopping finished quickly after that.
Soon they were loading the bags into the car and heading back home.
When they arrived, Mrs. Benedict was already in the living room.
"You're back," she said warmly.
"Everything on the list," Emerald assured her.
Luke carried the bags inside and placed them on the counter.
Mrs. Benedict smiled at him kindly.
"Thank you, Luke. You're always such a help."
"Anytime, Aunt Lucy," he said respectfully.
Angela ran into the room immediately.
"Did you bring chocolate?!"
Luke handed her a small chocolate bar.
She squealed with happiness.
"Best cousin ever!"
Clara finally stumbled out of the living room half-asleep.
"Did I miss dinner?"
Everyone laughed.
Luke grabbed his keys.
"I should head home."
Mrs. Benedict nodded.
"Drive safely."
"Always."
Angela hugged his leg quickly before he left.
Emerald walked him to the door.
"Thanks for helping today."
Luke smiled.
"You guys are my favorite cousins."
He stepped outside and waved.
"Good night."
"Good night!" they replied.
As his car drove away, the house returned to its usual warm calm.
Inside, laughter continued.
Because in a house like this, silence never lasted long.
