Both of you were cuddling in your bed, Caitlyn laying her whole body on top of you and resting her head in your chest, just quiet.

She and her mom argued a couple of hours before about her being an enforcer, again. She just wanted to spend time with you so she could relax.

God, they always fought about the same thing.

You ran your fingers in between her hair, trying to calm her down as she explained what happened. They argued a lot, yeah, but this time it was bad.

"I just don't understand why she was such a problem with it" she says, barely above a whisper and hugging you tighter "I'm so tired of her trying to make decisions for me, i'm twenty-two i should be able to do whatever the hell i want"