V. K. Ludwig

“Problem is, him bringing it up is probably nothing but another attempt at getting me to kick him to the curb. Or maybe I’m overthinking this and have it all wrong. I’m not a psychologist. More importantly, I’m not his psychologist. What I am is a mother with a newborn… tired, overworked, with the scent of sour milk following me around. I can’t help Davin if he doesn’t want to help himself. How would that look? Every couple of weeks, I’ll have to find ways to outmaneuver his tactics to get me to kick him out? Because I have the feeling he truly won’t leave on his own—he’s too decent for that. And he said it himself; he doesn’t want to leave. My throat narrows, forming a lump at the very back. Not wanting to leave isn’t the same as wanting to stay. And that’s a decision he needs to make. How does that Earth saying go? You don’t have something until you set it free, and it returns to you?”
― V. K. Ludwig, Purr for Purchase: A SciFi Alien Romance