around the same time.
I really don’t know…
"Not yet. I want to feel him out a bit first—see if he even reacts to her name." He looks thoughtful, peering out the window on my side. "When does Chelsea move here?"
"She has a part-time job that starts February first," I answer. " But she wants to find something more stable, too." She's already found a room in an apartment she's going to share with three others, so that’s cool.
"You mentioned she's a singer?"
"Not just a singer. She's like friggin' Adele." I think back on the countless nights Chelsea dragged me out to various jazz clubs in New York. "She's super good. That’s the part-time job she's already found. There's a club in the Castro where she's gonna sing two nights a week."
He nods pensively. "What else is she looking for? If she has no preference, I'm sure I can find a position for her—if not at Switch, then one of my other clubs. There's always Blue Hour." That’s his music club where they host open mic nights, I think.
"I'll talk to her." I'm so excited that she's moving her e, really. "Thank you—oh! We're here!" I hadn't even noticed that we've reached Rio's house, and now I'm bouncing again.
Mommy's on her way, boys .
*
"Nicholas!" I call from the kitchen. "Pizza's here!" I'm not sure he heard the doorbell earlier, because it gets crazy loud in our laundry room when both the washing machine and the dryer are on. That’s where he is right now, after I've unpacked our luggage from Mexico and Oregon.
I'm awful when it comes to washing clothes; I tend to turn whites pink— damn red panties from my baby devil Halloween costume—but I'm good at ironing and folding, so Nicholas and I have our little arrangement.
Done mixing the salad, I open the fridge to grab our drinks…and a treat for the kittens. W e've only been home for a few hours, so they're still exploring the house, which is super cute to watch, and I'm so in love with them already.
Earlier, when Nicholas and I came back downstairs after sharing a shower, they barged into the living room, stopped short, got down in a crouch, then jumped around, rubbed up against the furniture, and tried to sneak into every little nook they could find. Even Nicholas said they were adorable!
He did not, however, find it adorable when Oliver took a liking to wrestling with the remote control. Or when Jackson started knocking over our collection of bottled beach sand from the vacation spots we've visited.
It's only a small collection so far, but I think we need to find a new spot for it. The windowsill obviously doesn’t work for Jackson. Thankfully, none of the small bottles broke.
"I think a gate would seal off the hallway nicely." N icholas is muttering to himself, and I chuckle. Like a gate would stand in a cat's way! "Sweetheart, can you come here and get the kittens while I pay for the pizza?"
Oh, of course. I forgot. Jackson and Oliver are there in a flash when someone's at the door. Oliver nearly escaped before when we picked them up at Rio's. "Coming!" I deposit the drinks and tuna treat on the kitchen island, then leave the kitchen to join Nicholas in the hallway where I gather the kittens in my arms. "My little rascals."
I get a tiny paw in my face for that. Thanks, Oliver. Mommy loves you, too.
As the deliciousness of melted cheese, oregano, and tomato sauce invades my senses, my belly snarls , as if to say "I want! Gimme pizza!" so I make my way back to the kitchen. Jackson and Oliver can definitely smell the tuna on the island counter. And when I set them down on the floor so I can plate the tuna, they run around my feet—and between them so I nearly trip—and bump their heads and paws against my legs.
The second I set down the plate s on the floor, they're all over that tuna.
I giggle and step back, then grin as Nicholas joins me with the pizza.
The kittens are busy, so we take our food, plates, and drinks to the living room and get comfy on the large couch. Right now, we're
I really don’t know…
"Not yet. I want to feel him out a bit first—see if he even reacts to her name." He looks thoughtful, peering out the window on my side. "When does Chelsea move here?"
"She has a part-time job that starts February first," I answer. " But she wants to find something more stable, too." She's already found a room in an apartment she's going to share with three others, so that’s cool.
"You mentioned she's a singer?"
"Not just a singer. She's like friggin' Adele." I think back on the countless nights Chelsea dragged me out to various jazz clubs in New York. "She's super good. That’s the part-time job she's already found. There's a club in the Castro where she's gonna sing two nights a week."
He nods pensively. "What else is she looking for? If she has no preference, I'm sure I can find a position for her—if not at Switch, then one of my other clubs. There's always Blue Hour." That’s his music club where they host open mic nights, I think.
"I'll talk to her." I'm so excited that she's moving her e, really. "Thank you—oh! We're here!" I hadn't even noticed that we've reached Rio's house, and now I'm bouncing again.
Mommy's on her way, boys .
*
"Nicholas!" I call from the kitchen. "Pizza's here!" I'm not sure he heard the doorbell earlier, because it gets crazy loud in our laundry room when both the washing machine and the dryer are on. That’s where he is right now, after I've unpacked our luggage from Mexico and Oregon.
I'm awful when it comes to washing clothes; I tend to turn whites pink— damn red panties from my baby devil Halloween costume—but I'm good at ironing and folding, so Nicholas and I have our little arrangement.
Done mixing the salad, I open the fridge to grab our drinks…and a treat for the kittens. W e've only been home for a few hours, so they're still exploring the house, which is super cute to watch, and I'm so in love with them already.
Earlier, when Nicholas and I came back downstairs after sharing a shower, they barged into the living room, stopped short, got down in a crouch, then jumped around, rubbed up against the furniture, and tried to sneak into every little nook they could find. Even Nicholas said they were adorable!
He did not, however, find it adorable when Oliver took a liking to wrestling with the remote control. Or when Jackson started knocking over our collection of bottled beach sand from the vacation spots we've visited.
It's only a small collection so far, but I think we need to find a new spot for it. The windowsill obviously doesn’t work for Jackson. Thankfully, none of the small bottles broke.
"I think a gate would seal off the hallway nicely." N icholas is muttering to himself, and I chuckle. Like a gate would stand in a cat's way! "Sweetheart, can you come here and get the kittens while I pay for the pizza?"
Oh, of course. I forgot. Jackson and Oliver are there in a flash when someone's at the door. Oliver nearly escaped before when we picked them up at Rio's. "Coming!" I deposit the drinks and tuna treat on the kitchen island, then leave the kitchen to join Nicholas in the hallway where I gather the kittens in my arms. "My little rascals."
I get a tiny paw in my face for that. Thanks, Oliver. Mommy loves you, too.
As the deliciousness of melted cheese, oregano, and tomato sauce invades my senses, my belly snarls , as if to say "I want! Gimme pizza!" so I make my way back to the kitchen. Jackson and Oliver can definitely smell the tuna on the island counter. And when I set them down on the floor so I can plate the tuna, they run around my feet—and between them so I nearly trip—and bump their heads and paws against my legs.
The second I set down the plate s on the floor, they're all over that tuna.
I giggle and step back, then grin as Nicholas joins me with the pizza.
The kittens are busy, so we take our food, plates, and drinks to the living room and get comfy on the large couch. Right now, we're
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