“Babe, I got it,” Casey said when she hurried into Baker’s office. “Oh. Hi, baby.” She looked down at her daughter. 

“Hi, Mama,” her daughter replied, sounding unhappy about something.

“She got in trouble at school today,” Baker announced and closed her laptop. “So, I went to pick her up. Did you not get my text?”

“No, I drove straight here and must have missed it.” Casey sat down on Baker’s small office sofa and looked down at their six-year-old, who was sitting on the floor, coloring. “What did you do at school?”

“Nothing,” she replied.

Casey looked over at Baker, who rolled her eyes.

“I’ll tell you later, but it’s fine. What did you get?”

“Huh?” Casey asked.

“You ran in here and said you got something. Is it dinner for tonight so we don’t have to think about what we’re having? That would be amazing.”

“Is it pizza?” their daughter asked.

“No, I didn’t get dinner. But if your mom is okay with pizza, I am, too.”

“Nice one,” Baker said with a little laugh. “Now, I’m the bad guy if I don’t want pizza.”

“Pizza is so good.”

“You’re right,” Casey agreed with the little girl as she ran her hand through her hair that was just like Baker’s. “I got the part.”

“Which one?”

“The one on the crime show I told you about. I’m the lead. I’m going to play an FBI agent and a total badass. And it’s on a network, not a streaming service, so it’s going to get more than, like, six episodes. No pilot; straight up order. How awesome is that? We’re filming in LA, too, so no travel - or, at least, not much.”

“Oh,” Baker said.

“What do you mean, ‘Oh?’ We have to celebrate. Pizza, maybe?”

“Yeah, we can do that, but… Who’s the EP on the show?”

“Derrick Patterson. Why?”

“Because Derrick Patterson just called me.”

“What? Why?”

“Turns out, he was going to be the EP, but he has some family issues right now and can’t commit to anything long-term. I guess his wife is sick.”

“Oh. I didn’t know that.”

“He called me when I was on the way to pick her up.” Baker nodded toward their very uninterested daughter. “He and the network want to talk to me about running it instead.”

“You?”

“Yes,” she replied.

“You’re working on a movie script.”

“I am, yes, but I can do that whenever. I read the script when you got it. I think it’s great. You were pretty sure you weren’t going to get it.”

“I thought I was too old for the part, but they aged it up and gave her more of a backstory - or, they will, at least. You’re taking it?”

“No, I told him I had to talk to you because you’d auditioned for it. He said he wasn’t sure anymore who they were going with for the lead, so I didn’t know until you just told me that it’s you.”

“Do you want to work together again? It’s been a while.”

“It worked out the first time. We made a great show, managed to get married, and had her. Of course, she’s misbehaving at school, so maybe we should talk about that, too.”

“I didn’t misbehave. He stole my marker. I took it back.”

“We’ll talk about it over pizza,” Baker suggested. “Right now, I have more time for her,” she added.

“I know,” Casey replied. “But we’d be on the same set, and she could be with us.”

“I could go with you to work?” their daughter asked, looking up at Casey.

She wasn’t impressed with Casey being a famous actress at all, but she was impressed with being on a film set.

“Maybe.” Casey winked at her. “Bake, if you want this, I want it for you.”

“It’s just a meeting,” Baker replied. “I don’t have to take it.”

“You should if you want to, though. We’ll have time for her and make sure she doesn’t get into any more trouble. Right?” Casey squeezed her daughter’s shoulder playfully.

“Right,” she replied, not meaning it at all.

“God, she really is a little you, isn’t she?” Baker joked with a laugh. 

“You love it.” Casey wiggled her eyebrows at her.

“I do, yeah.” Baker leaned back in her chair. “You really want to work on the same show again?”

“Why not? Take the meeting, babe. If you don’t want to do it after that, then don’t, okay?”

“Okay,” Baker said. “Now, do you want to know what your daughter really did today?”

“Yeah, I do. Something about a marker?”

“She took a green marker and used it on a little boy’s arm because he took it from her first.”

“He did.”

“And you decided to color on his arm?”

“He wanted the marker so bad; he could have it,” their daughter argued.

Casey did her best not to laugh. She met Baker’s eyes and shook her head.

“Come on. Let’s go get pizza, but no dessert for you tonight,” she said, kissing the top of her daughter’s head.