I’ve totally lost control of this situation. “We’ll take the ginger kitten, too, please.”
Willow and Bree start to shriek and clap their hands.
“Dad, you’re the best!” Willow cries.
Bree smiles up at me, her eyes linger tenderly on my face.
“Don’t say a word,” I warn her.
She giggles and links arms with Willow as they continue to play with the cat.
Great. Not only do I now have to deal with having blue balls, but I have to watch out for a cat attacking my d**k in my sleep.
Brielle
“The movie is starting, guys,” Sammy calls.
The microwave pings right on cue. Willow takes out the second bag of popcorn and tips it into the bowl.
I’ve just made a beautiful dinner and the house is alive with playful baby animals. It’s been a wonderful day.
I walk into the living room to find it dark,
