Change is hard.

That’s why there is a leather sofa half in and half out of our front door and a very pissed off Draken pacing in the kitchen, trying not to lose his shit.

He’s going to lose it.

We’ve been together for eighteen months, and relationships are hard. Especially with males who have always gotten their way and previously only used one way to settle an argument.

Jackson is supposed to be helping me get rid of the sofa, but Draken gave an alpha command to “stop,” so now Jackson’s standing at the top of the ramp Draken built to replace our front steps, blocking me from shoving...