As soon as they were inside the bedroom and Isla had changed out of her work clothes for the final time, Fí pounced on her wife. Wrapping her in the tightest Irish hug she could possibly give and then promptly burst into tears.
Fíona, softly through crying: “Did you really quit your job?”
Isla, hugging Fí close to her: “I really did. Walked in at the end of my shift, put my badge on his desk and told him that I couldn’t do it anymore. Don’t go thinking that you forced me into this, I was thinking about leaving eventually but love….the pain and hurt on your face this morning broke my heart.”
Fíona, sniffling: “And the kitten?”
Isla, chuckling: “Well, I remember you mentioning that you were allergic to cat hair so I figured, why not be safe and get a hairless one. There were a whole bunch of ‘em at a house we busted for illegal gambling so Hobbs let me take one home.”