Gemotions

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the kitchen, a stark contrast to the brewing argument. Liam leaned against the counter, arms crossed, a small smirk playing on his lips. He’d won this one. “Look, Maya, it’s settled. We’re getting a kitten. I’ve already found a perfect little calico.”

Maya, on the other hand, was not amused. Her face was flushed, and she punctuated her words with exaggerated hand gestures. "Absolutely not, Liam! We've discussed this! It’s my allergies! And the responsibility…”

Liam just chuckled, his voice smooth and assured. “Responsibility? Maya, I thrive on responsibility. Besides, I'll handle the litter box. You just get to cuddle with the cute little fluffball. Think of it as a win-win." He already knew her weak spots.