11. Sweatpants, Abs and Fists Flying

-Leia-

It’s Saturday morning, and I just woke up with a headache. I roll out of bed, throw on my fluffy bunny slippers and shimmy downstairs for a cup of strong coffee. My hair is a mess and I am not wearing make up, but fuck it. These last few days have been terrible, not to mention my change of season allergies.

Terrible, you ask? Well, my mother had an adverse reaction to her treatment and had a mild stroke. Alexander has been in a pissy mood for the last few weeks and takes it out on the first person he sees AKA Me. Then there’s Christian who is apparently in Tokyo and all without even telling me.

My life fucking sucks right now.

Klaus follows me downstairs for his morning kibble. At least there’s one constant in my life. After six months of living here, he’s finally ventured outside of my bedroom.

“Let’s get you some brekkie, my Klausy Wowsy,” I grumble as we walk into the kitchen. He prows in agreement and after I tend to him, I walk over to de-zombify myself with some, expens