“Stop looking at me like that.” Blink. “Knock it off.” Blink. “Come on. Quit it.” Blink. I sigh, shoving off the couch and padding across my apartment that I desperately need to do something with. I still have boxes stacked in the corner despite having lived in Seattle for over a year. It’s time I deal with those and accept that Washington is my new home. I bend at the waist, scooping up the little ball of coffee-colored fluff and bringing her close to my chest. “You’re already spoiled, you know that?” I press a kiss to her head. “Merry Christmas, whatever your name is.”
