GALLAHAN’S POV
Days bled into a week, and a single week morphed into three. Gradually, the twins began to show signs of getting better, much to our relief.
The ears slowly but surely shrunk and disappeared by the end of the second week of nesting, and their cute little hands returned by the middle of the third. The fur that had sprouted on their arms eventually diminished until none was left.
But nesting wasn’t as easy as I initially thought it was.
Sure, it meant staying in the nest for ninety-nine percent of the time, cuddling and showering Calisto and Gillian with affection, which were both easy feats to do.
But when the second week rolled in, Willa and I gradually got sick of the humdrum of our days. Our bodies desperately sought movement and nature.
Our skin yearned to bask in t
