It had been an unusually quiet evening for Evie. She peacefully sat in the living space of their now permanent home, a two-story single family home with a few castle vibes here and there.

Sketching new designs and sorting fabric was what had been consuming her time.

Doug was out with Ben for a while as she had requested. To her relief, he had taken their daughter, Anjali with him. It wasn't that she didn't want to be with her baby, but every now and then, she needed a break.

While Evie may have seemed to have killer maternal instincts and had a knack for comforting children, the transition into motherhood hadn't been as smooth as she anticipated.

Upon hearing the door unlock and a thump landing on the floor, she immediately heard the sound that brought her migraine back.

That sound included the piercing screeches of dismay from her child.

Peering into the mud room, Evie gave a sympathetic smile to her husband who looked like he had seen a ghost. With one look, Doug expressed to his wife his need of aid. He unbuckled Anjali from the car seat, carrying her upstairs to the nursery, Evie close in tow.

"How was she?" Evie asked quietly as he lightly bounced the baby.

"Um, she kept looking for something. I offered everything. Her pacifier, her duck, her elephant. A bib, a bottle, me," he said, returning her volume.

"Where's her blanket?" Evie asked. They both looked on the floor around them and in the crib.

"The comfort blanket… that's probably why she is upset" Doug said as they both had an ah-ha moment. With a simultaneous glance, Evie and Doug's ultimate mission that night was to see that the screams of discomfort ended.

And so the search began.

While Evie had checked around the house, Doug called Ben and checked his car.

Meeting up back in the mud room, a tired out Evie and a bewildered Doug threw their hands up in dismay. Whatever may have happened to the blanket, they knew nothing of.

What confused them all the more was that Anjali had gotten so attached to that particular blanket in the short matter of 3 months.

And neither of them understood what it was that made Anjali happy to have the gray and white lamb that Evie had crocheted.

It wouldn't be until she had finally cried herself to sleep that they rested in the comfort of knowing that she eventually would be okay without it.

The following morning would become a surprise to them both.

A call from their next door neighbor would crack the case of the missing comfort blanket.

The lamb blanket had just so happened to have been found in the yard of the house one door over.

But in their unfortunate situation, the blanket hadn't just landed into the vacant lot a house over, but it had fallen on top of the fence dividing the vacant home and the slit of land between their houses.

In short, the blanket was in a place that would create two outcomes: one being that Doug climbed the fence and risked being attacked by the ravaging stray dog, and the latter being that Evie ordered a new one which would take at least 10 business days.

Just as they heard the monitor go off and Anjali's shrieks, they made it clear for themselves.

Doug was going to climb the fence to save their sanity and the discomfort of their daughter.

As in any dire situation, they went over their game plan.

He'd throw a bone to the stray, in hopes of creating a diversion. From there, he'd jump the fence and grab the blanket hanging on the other side. He'd throw the fluffy article over the fence to Evie who would throw him a rope. She'd control the pulley system from one side and he'd climb back up. And lastly, they'd wash and sanitize the blanket, then Anjali would be happy again.

That last bit was what they counted on and set their hopes for. As the infant girl laid on Evie's lap, they seamlessly finalized their plans.

Evie strapped Anjali to her front and Doug changed into looser clothing.

It was time. War clothes on, mind in focus. They were going to win this battle. If not, Doug would just have to deal with a potential attack by a stray dog…

"For Anjali" Evie called as he went down to the fourth house on the block and began to climb.

"For Anjali" he replied back.

Evie waited while he climbed the fence. If they had still been on the Isle and she was with the other three VKs, she would have been over the collapsing wooden structure in no time.

But six years, a marriage and a baby later, that wasn't so true anymore.

"Hon, are you over the fence?" Evie called, worry filling her heart as she hadn't heard anything. There was no answer, yet there was a loud bark that sent Evie back, her hand protecting Anjali who burst into piercing cries.

"Doug?" Evie said, her voice shaking and she soothed Anjali who's tears began to stop.

There was a high screech before she heard a thump and saw her husband's hands grip the top of the fence. His head was second to appear she witnessed him jump down from the 6 foot tall fence, into the ground.

The blanket was wrapped around his forehead as if it was a victory bandana. As he lay on the ground, groaning, she unwrapped the blanket from his head and smiled.

"You're so brave" Evie said as she began to walk away.

"Wait—you're not going to help me?" He called to her as she just chuckled and he laughed.

"You're such a witch, Evie" he said as he sat up and walked back into the house, perfectly fine. She simply giggled softly and threw the blanket into the laundry basket.

"Oh, thank you for the compliment. That dog was pretty scary, huh?" She said beginning to uncontrollably laugh. "That scream really said it all"

"Well...um…yeah!" Doug attempted to defend himself. "It's non-existent fur, yellow eyes, miniature tail, vampire fangs…"

"Oh. I see" she said her brow raising. "So that dog wasn't just the Anderson's little hairless puppy with pieces of bone stuck in its teeth, hazel eyes with yellow specks and a stunted tail, that just came out of the gate around the corner?" Evie questioned.

Doug's brows furrowed as his eyes squinted. "You mean to say you knew that dog? And knew t—that the fence had a gate?"

"Yup. Ever wondered why the blanket was so clean?" Evie asked innocently as she handed Anjali a plastic teether the baby giggled playfully and grinned as if she knew the plan all along. But in reality, she was just amused by the toy.

"You set me up?!" He asked, his tone speaking clear surprise.

"I guess you could say that. Serves you right after that blanket battle 14 months ago"

And just then, Doug began to uncontrollably laugh as she attempted to keep a straight face.

In each other's presence they laughed their heads off about the battlefield of blankets they often found themselves in.

The battlefield of blankets that left them to the test of finding that victory of warmth and comfort.

It was a strange thing, the wars they waged on each other. But for the years to come of petty acts of revenge, they'd always remember that it all started with a blanket.