Fixer POV
It was good to be out of my Grandparents' house, that's what it was to me, a house, not a home; it's the type of house you would find pictured in a glossy magazine.
It fails the look and feel of a real home.
I want the place I live in to feel lived in. I am already moving things higher and out of harm's way, for when the babies reach the age to crawl and walk about, the last thing I need is for Sticks to worry that her child broke something, even with their own playroom, and extras around the place, little hands always find something they shouldn't.
Besides the house, I felt like I was under a microscope the whole time, the ladies judging me, my looks, the way I acted, and coming up short, too bad for them. I am not changing to suit them. The men looked me up and down, som
