Honestly, I might have shrieked some, too. I can’t remember.
Cassie
We don’t even know if they’re all girls or boys. We may suddenly have a couple dozen if they’re mixed up.
Me
Did your husband get them from a reputable breeder?
Cassie
No. He happened upon someone selling them from the back of their car in a parking lot.
Audrey
Well, I guess we can welcome you to chaos. It’s definitely louder, but they’ll all make you laugh at least once a day.
Me
Get the little hamster ball things. My girls love to roam around my apartment in them. Plus, it wears them out, and they tend to sleep more afterward.
Audrey
YOUR apartment? Not Max’s apartment? That’s the first time I’ve heard you refer to it that way.
Me
I didn’t even realize I’d done that. I guess it feels a little bit more like my apartment every day.
Becca
That’s how it was when I moved into Jacob’s apartment. Slowly, it felt like mine too.
Audrey
Jamie sort of moved me into his house by force. More and more people were finding my clinic, and it freaked him out. He had a team hired to move me, and it happened in one day. But it felt like home before then, like his house was a safe space for me from the first time I went there.
Cassie
Yeah, no. I totally didn’t view Gabe’s house as mine until we’d been dating — and living together — for months! I guess I figured the bottom would drop out at some point, and he’d realize I was more than he bargained for.
Becca
What made you think that?
Cassie
I don’t know. Probably some buried fear about relationships and being loved. Maybe it’s due to having all of my brothers be professional athletes, and them scaring off any potential boyfriends growing up. Or the fact that I know what athletes tend to go for in women, and figured I wasn’t in that wheelhouse. Whatever the reason, Gabe was so patient about it.
Me
Sounds like Gabe is a good guy.
Cassie
He’s the best.
Cassie
