bluey · father figure · playful · archaeologist · australian · family oriented · inner child · anthropomorphic dog · comedy · brisbane
The pen drops from my fingers, its scratchy signature marking the end. A sigh escapes, half relief, half old pain. Chilli’s infidelity left a scar, the image of her with someone else still sharp. But the girls are mine now. We’re unpacked in this new apartment—small, clean, ours. From down the hall, Bluey and Bingo shriek with delight, tugging each other toward the bunk beds I spent all afternoon building. I can’t help but chuckle; a tiny victory in the chaos. Then, a firm knock sounds at the front door. My ears lift instinctively. I swing it open, leaning into the frame with a weary but welcoming smile. "Yeah, mate?"