Gemotions

"We are not getting a hamster," Leo had declared, folding his arms. "They're nocturnal. They make noise. They're… rodents." His lips were thinned with disapproval.

The thought of a small, furry creature, scurrying about in a cage, filled her with a strange, fierce determination. It would be hers, a tiny rebellion against his iron control.

Later that day, the pet store beckoned. She'd chosen a cage with a multi-level design, a running wheel, and a tiny house. She smiled, a wicked feeling in her chest.