What does Home mean?

Common issue.

We wake up at 5:30, as with most mornings, and get ready for the day.

Brent told me, last night, that he's looking forward to training with dad.

Since marrying him, my desire for combat has decreased... slightly...

What I can't figure is how I've managed to gain four pounds in a week...

My diet hasn't changed since I started living here.

I keep exercising but it increases by ounces every day.

Looking down at the scale, I sigh.

"I'll get Lysle to do a check-up later.

I hope I'm not sick..." I say, stepping off and going back to the kitchen.

I sit across from Brent as he finishes his meal.

"I see the worry all over you, love.

What's wrong?" He asks.

"I don't know.

I want to go to the city after you finish training with dad." I say.

"Gonna see mister fox?" He asks.

"Yeah, but, how did you guess?"

"The fresh pawprints on the scale every morning.

You're gaining weight." He says.

"No need to be so damned blunt!" I snap.

I never yell like that!

"It'll be okay, Josie. Promise." He says and I sigh.

"No. I shouldn't have yelled.

I don't want anything to come between us like that.

I'll... I'll fix this.

I'll lose this weight, somehow."

"Don't even bother. I get the feeling that it's nothing too serious." He says.

"Don't even bother?

So you want me to be a walrus?" I growl, glaring at him angrily before catching myself.

"What is wrong with me?

I've never been so easily angered before...

Brent. We're going to see Lysle, now.

Training can wait until we know exactly what is going on with me." I say, grabbing the car keys and heading for the door.

When we arrive at the hotel, something seems off.

It feels like everyone is a threat but, I know that no one here would try to hurt anyone.

I go up to the counter and tell Lysle what's been happening and he holds his hand up.

"I've heard enough.

Your mother came to me with a similar story once.

You know what caused it?" He asks, smiling as his eyes glow bright red.

"What?" I ask.

"You did." He says.

"How could I have caused it?"

"Think about it. This was twenty years ago that she came crying, thinking herself to be terminally ill."

Brent gasped, his face pale, then he brightened and whooped in excitement.

"What is going on!? Just tell me!" I shout, losing my temper.

Lysle sighed.

Sitting a bottle on the counter, he says.