"That woman would be me," came a female voice from the entrance way.

Everyone turned to look towards the source of the voice and found a Mexican woman, who might be in her early fifties, standing in the doorway with her arms crossed over her chest and an amused smile adorning her face. Her black curly hair were tied back in a messy bun.

"Ma!," Mason, Jeffrey and Jenna exclaimed in unison before rushing towards her and engulfing her in a group hug. The woman laughed as she hugged her children back.

"How are my little babies doing?," she asked.

"We are doing fine, Ma. How are you and dad?," Jeffrey asked.

"Oh, we are amazing."

"Do you miss me, Ma?," Jenna asked.

"Of course, I do, Mija. Do you miss me?"

Jenna nodded and hugged her mother again.

"Ma, come inside. Let me introduce you to my employer," Mason said.

"Lead the way."

Mason took his mother's hand and brought her inside. Once they reached to where Ethan and Aiden were standing, Mason introduced them.

"Ma, this is Mr. Ethan King, the owner of this house and that is his brother Aiden. Mr. King, this is my mother, Dr. Carla Smith. She is a veterinarian," said Mason.

"Nice to meet you, Dr. Smith," Ethan said extending his hand.

Carla shook his hand, her smile faltering for a second before she composed herself, as she said, "Please call me Carla. And nice to meet you too, Mr. King."

"Please call me Ethan," said Ethan with a smile.

"I will." She gave him big smile and patted his hand lovingly before letting it go.

A whimpering sound came from beside Ethan. Carla looked towards the boy cowering in Ethan's arms.

"That must be you brother."

"Yes, he is," he said, smiling apologetically as he held his brother, trying to comfort him.

Carla smiled understandingly.

"Um, why don't you take a seat and spent some time with your kids. I will take Aiden to our room and..."

"Oh, sweetie, you don't need to do that. This is your home, so we should be the one excusing ourselves. Also, I just came here to get rid of that licking monster who slobbers all around my house. Plus, I have a husband who is waiting for me to taste his new recipe which will most certainly turn out to be a disaster," Carla said shivering at the thought of her husband's cooking.

"Oh, come on, mom. Dad's a great cook," Jeffrey said.

"He is. But only when he is not trying something new," stated Carla.

"Well, that's true," Jeffrey agreed.

Carla laughed before turning to Ethan and said, "I should get going. You take care of yourself and your brother, ok?"

Ethan smiled and nodded, "Ok. You be safe on your way back home."

"I will," she said before turning to Mason. "Mason, come walk me out."

"Yes, Ma."

Carla waved goodbye to everyone and left with Mason. Once they were outside, Carla turned to Mason, her expression serious.

Mason frowned seeing his mother's expression.

"Mom, are you ok?," asked Mason.

Carla shook her head as she answered, "Yeah I, I am fine. Mijo, I want you and you siblings to be careful, ok?"

"Okay," frowning at his mother's weird request.

"Good. I should get going now. Take care. Bye," she said with a smile before kissing her son's forehead in goodbye. As she left, her expression once again changed to that of worry.