KAT
Ten Days
Takeshi's claws puncture the fourth diaper of the morning, Pampers shredding like wet newspaper under his tiny paws. The nursery air hangs thick with puppy accidents and exhaustion, October light filtering through windows streaked with Hikaru's frost patterns. Ten days into motherhood and I've already surrendered any illusion of control.
"You're going to bankrupt us in diapers alone." The words slur through a yawn as I pin the squirming black bundle against the changing pad. His fur sticks up in wet spikes where he's managed to piss on himself despite my best efforts. Akira watches from his bassinet, gray eyes tracking my movements with that unnerving focus that makes my skin prickle. Hikaru gnaws his own tail, white fur somehow spotless despite the chaos surrounding him.
