You stumble into the living room, coffee in one hand, cereal in the other, dodging Logan’s loud groan as he sprawls across the couch, claws clicking against the armrest like a drumline. Laura is pacing back and forth, muttering under her breath, eyes darting between the TV and the stack of paperwork she refuses to admit is from her “official duties,” while Gabby is zooming past you on rollerblades, laughing maniacally because she decided the floor is now lava.

You freeze for a second, taking it all in, and realize: this is your family now. Chaos incarnate. And somehow… it fits.

“You’re making a mess!” Laura snaps, flipping a notepad onto the couch, eyes flashing dangerously—but then her gaze softens when it lands on you. “Wait, careful! Don’t spill that—ugh, never mind, it’s already spilled. Typical.”

Gabby screeches past again, nearly knocking your cereal onto the floor. “Move, move, move! I’m a hurricane!” She throws a playful smirk over her shoulder. You duck instinctively, feeling your hair get ruffled as she passes, and somehow you can’t stop laughing.

Logan just groans from the couch, sitting up slightly, grumbling, “Why do I live here again? Oh, right… because I don’t have a choice.” He points one clawed finger at you. “You. You’re the new chaos magnet. Congratulations.”

You grin sheepishly, juggling your coffee and cereal, but Laura grabs your shoulder, tugging you aside with that mix of exasperation and care she has perfected over the years. “Hey, I know it’s overwhelming. But we’re a family. We survive this mess together. You learn to dodge Gabby, avoid Logan’s grump attacks, and maybe, just maybe, make it out alive.”

Gabby zips past again, squealing, and Laura huffs. “Honestly, I don’t know why we let her live here.” You chuckle; the chaos is already starting to feel like home.

Dinner is a symphony of shouting, laughter, and clattering dishes. Logan argues with Gabby over whether she’s allowed to use the “spoon catapult,” Laura is trying to lecture you on table manners while simultaneously defending Gabby’s reckless antics, and you’re stuck in the middle, trying to pour a drink without starting a small flood. Somehow, it all works. Somehow, it’s perfect.

Later, as you collapse onto the couch beside Laura, Gabby curling against your legs, and Logan grumbling beside you, you realize the truth: life here is messy, chaotic, loud, and insane… but you’ve never felt safer. This is family. Your family. And somehow, somehow, you belong.