<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #FFFF00">"Blake!"</span>, Cassandra squealed, laughing, when the man hoisted her up. Still laughing, she looked into his eyes, green meeting honey colored. <span style="color: #FFFF00">"Two sound great, honey"</span>, Cassandra whispered softly. She felt her heart fill with hope as well. They would start a new life, a new family, and they would be happy. Things would work out from now on.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;">******</div><br/><br/>Boxes, boxes and more boxes. Good thing they were organized, and every closed box had been labeled as soon as it had been filled and closed. Otherwise, they would probably have had a much harder time unpacking and putting everything in place.<br/><br/>Lucky for them, the movers were good with setting the furniture. This way, Cass could focus on putting the lighter things in place and making sure the house started looking like a home as soon as possible.<br/><br/>Of course, the kitchen and library were her favorite parts. One part of the library would be set with her desk - Cass wrote fiction and non fiction books, and had a steady production and market. The other part would be covered with shelves for her books, and her favorite armchair. <br/><br/>The kitchen, of course, would have all of her pots, pans and all kinds of cooking equipment. The bedroom would also receive special attention, of course. The master bedroom was a large room with  a great bathroom, good air circulation and plenty of natural light. And there were two smaller rooms on the sides, that could be used for the kids, should they come.<br/><br/>Despite the fact that she didn't say much, Cass was also proud of them for having that lovely place. A whole new and better life for them.<br/><br/>As Blake was outside, Cassandra had taken a pause for a quick shower before starting over with the setting up of the house. She had felt a strange feeling of being watched. For an insane moment, the woman had thought it could be one of the movers, but there was nobody around.<br/><br/>Shaking her head, Cassandra chalked it down to the anxiety of moving to a new house and a migraine that she could feel coming her way. Finishing her shower, Cassandra put on light clothes, as she would need to continue to work, and went downstairs. <br/><br/>The door to the backyard, being open, led her there to find Blake. Her head was starting to hurt a little, but Blake's nasal voice was what concerned Cass at the moment. Her fingers ran through his hair while she looked around. <span style="color: #FFFF00">"What's up, honey? Is there a cat around?"</span>, the woman asked, already knowing why her husband got that way sometimes.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FFFF00">"I guess we can look into getting a puppy"</span>, she completed, while walking towards the area where Blake had seen the feline eyes and getting down on one knee. For some reason, there was only one of the cats - the orange one - still there. <span style="color: #FFFF00">"Oh, I figured it... <span style="font-style: italic">Holy shit!</span>"</span>, Cassandra interrupted herself as the cat hissed and scratched her hand. <span style="color: #FFFF00">"What the fuck... is wrong with this beast?"</span>, she complained, standing back up and trying to get the deep scratches to stop bleeding. <span style="color: #FFFF00">"Shit, this hurts"</span>, the brunette murmured, containing the temptation of kicking the cat.</div>