Gigil; The urge to squeeze something that is unbearably cute.
My two children pressed their faces against the front window of the pet shop. I was too tried and weighed down with shopping bags to shoo them on. The Land Rover was just a few more cars up in the parking bays. I walked over and around to lower the bags to the floor next to the boot.
I dug in my handbag for my keys, my eyes straying to keep an eye on the girl and boy still standing at the window. I opened the boot and put everything in, making sure things wouldn’t be squished on the ride home. Closing the boot, I walked back around.
‘Come on, Ava, Tyler,’ I called.
‘But mummy! Look at the bunnies!’ Ava shouted back.
‘No. Come on now,’ I said sterner.
‘Sophie’s getting one for Easter. Can we have one? We never get anything,’ Ava whined.
‘No and you get lots of things. Now come on!’
Ava give shake of her long blonde hair and turned back to the window. Tyler had his hands pressed to the glass and seemed fixated.
I stomped over and scooped him up. He’d only just turned five, but he was small and thin. A fussy eater and an insomniac with little interest in things other then watching the TV. Tyler wiggled to get comfy then settled into my arms. He’d thrown a tantrum in the supermarket and was now tried.
‘Look, Mummy,’ Ava picked up, ‘they are just so fluffy and cute!’
I looked, just to indulge her. There were three glass boxes in the window at child eye level. Inside the middle box were four baby rabbits. They were small and light brown, a few had darker patches, they all had black eyes and twitching pink noses. Their small ears were straight up and they were hopping around, doing rabbit things.
A label above them read; New In! Baby rabbits for sale. £20
Looking more into the shop, I saw the glass box on the right was empty; the sawdust clean for another animal. The box on the left contained another rabbit; he was alone, grey and blueish in colour and bigger then the babies. I looked over at the poster above him. Rehoming, Male adult dwarf rabbit. Two years old, suitable with neutered rabbits, older children only. £10.
‘Can we go in?’ Ava asked.
‘No. We have to go home. Tyler needs a nap now and there’s too many things I need to do,’ I said.
‘But I want to touch one!’
‘No, I said!’
She was only going to get more attached if we went in. I reached for her hand and when she didn’t take mine, I picked up her hand. I tugged her away and reluctantly Ava sulked after me.
To Be Continued…