Before Catherine even really took notice of the time flying by, a year had passed, and both she and Sammy were about to have a very big day.
"Who's about to be such a big boy?" she cooed adoringly at the little boy wriggling around in her arms. "Yeah, that's right. You're getting so big, Sammy. Won't your dad be so excited to see you when he gets here tomorrow?"
Sammy gurgled happily at her as she put him back down into the cradle, his bright brown eyes watching her.
Warren arrived in the early hours of the morning without warning, and when Catherine woke up to find him fast asleep next to her, she couldn't help but bite her tongue. He'd been more and more unpredictable as of late, and his behaviour was starting to wear thin on her patience.
"Nice of you to call ahead and tell me you were getting in early," Catherine said calmly as Warren wandered into the kitchen later that morning. Sammy was yelping for somebody to release him from the new high chair after his breakfast, but he started crying as soon as Warren had come to begin lifting him up.
"Oh, don't start in on that, Cat," Warren groaned as Sammy wrenched himself out of his father's arms and threw himself into a fit on the living room couch. "Seriously, what demon is possessing this kid?" he demanded after a moment of fruitless argument.
"Toddlerhood," Catherine replied wearily. "Maybe if your own son actually knew your face, we wouldn't be having this argument."
"We've had this discussion before, Cat," Warren protested. "I can't just up and leave my crew in Pleasantview. We're just starting to become self-sustaining, and it's completely out of the question. Why don't you move out to Pleasantview? Your crew is still in the early stages, anybody could be running it now."
"You know the boss doesn't want every Tom, Dick and Harry going in and out of a start-up crew," Catherine shot back. "I've got to stay put here until the crew is up and running."
That vein of conversation persisted for several weeks while she and Warren argued over who ought to be making the sacrifices if they wanted to make this family business work.
Finally, Catherine woke up late one morning to find that Warren had left without saying goodbye, and without leaving so much as a note stuck on the fridge. She sighed heavily as she went into Sammy's bedroom to get him up and ready to head over to the daycare in a few hours. "Guess that means he's not coming back for a good long while, then," she grumbled. "Come on, Sammy, let's get a bit of lunch. Mama's got a big night ahead of her."
Time continued to fly by, and Catherine found a new opportunity lying in wait one afternoon as her neighbour Summer came by with a question.
"Hey, you're one of those hardcore no-meaters, right?" Summer asked curiously. "Like, you don't even eat fish?"
"Yeah, I gave it up years ago," Catherine replied. "Once you see maggots crawling out of the meat at the city butchers once, you never want to touch the stuff ever again. Why?"
"I've got a friend who's trying to figure out the best way to keep her kids healthy on a no-meat diet," Summer replied. "I don't really get it myself, but I thought maybe you might have some tips. Sammy always looks so good whenever I see you guys out around the neighbourhood."
Catherine couldn't help but smile slightly. "Yeah, I suppose I could talk to her. You have her contact details?"
And thus, Veggie Mamas was soon formed...