Things seemed a little better in the morning, and although Kiko woke still annoyed with Dom, it didn’t feel like an insurmountable task to get Mother back to his normal weight anymore. He had a harness for the goose; maybe he’d walk him around the store now and again. The kids would love it.
Dom grunted when he shoved him.
“Come on, up,” said Kiko, rolling out of bed. “It’s not Friday yet.”
“No,” grumbled Dom into his pillow. “We’ll just fight.”
Kiko sighed and stripped the pillowcase from his pillow. He couldn’t help but smile a little at Dom’s naked form under the pile of blankets, only the back of his head visible.
“We’re not going to fight,” said Kiko, unhooking the sheets from his side of the bed. “I forgive you. I’ll walk Mother more and we’ll watch what we feed him.” He paused.
