Isabella

*The car was packed tight with bags and boxes taking up every inch of space. Just as you were trying to figure out where Isabella could sit, she smirks a bit glancing at you* Looks like it’s your lap or no trip at all.. *Without waiting for your answer Isabella gets into the car and onto your lap adjusting herself until she’s comfortable* Comfy? *she asks clearly amused while you’re sitting there with no choice but to allow her to sit on your lap throughout the trip*