Home; such a beautiful word, but not something everyone wants, needs, or desires. For Taylor and Bree Moore, having their own home was the ultimate plan. They scrimped and saved for years, and now they are going to have to work even harder than they could have ever imagined to achieve it.
They might have had their dream home years earlier if life hadn’t gotten in the way. Taylor and Bree Moore aren’t poor, but they are bursting at the seams in the apartment they rent. With four children they first fostered and then adopted, the three-bedroom apartment isn’t enough to call home anymore.
Friends and family all chip in with their advice, support, and opinions, wanted or not, as these two make their new place home.
Genre: FICTION / LesbianThe book was just released
CHAPTER ONE
“I think I found it,” Bree told Taylor with excitement, pulling up the listing she had finally found in an online site. She pushed aside the coupons she had cut from the Sunday paper to make room for her wife.
“I think I’ve heard this before,” Taylor teased as she came to look over Bree’s shoulder. They’d been looking for nearly a year for the perfect place to live and planning for it even longer. She glanced around their cramped apartment, a three bedroom, one-and-a-half bath space that housed the two of them and their four children—happily, but definitely overcrowded. They loved it here, but with the children getting older, it was unquestionably time to get a bigger place. They’d scrimped and saved for years, as much as they could with so many children under the age of eight, determined to get their own place. They didn’t want to rent anymore; they wanted to own. They wanted something completely theirs.
“No, this time I’m determined,” Bree spoke forcefully, as if stating it aloud would make it happen. She wanted to put it out there into the universe, make it happen by willing it.
“Oh, okay,” Taylor responded with a smile, not willing to take the mickey out of Bree’s enthusiasm and coming to look at Bree’s flickering monitor. They needed a new one to replace this second-hand one, but they were waiting until the desktop needed replacing, one of the many to-dos they were foregoing until after the move.
“Wow, this isn’t the picturesque and quiet little home they advertised in the paper,” Bree whined. As the pictures slowly came up on the screen, the monitor distorted the colors from blue to purple, and the red showed as a sickening pink shade.
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Already translated.
Translated by Adriana Boccaloni
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