Jason liked some animals. Some of them. He wasn’t a huge fan of his girlfriend’s cat, Bobby. A tiny little thing but with sharp claws that always seemed to be near Jason.

In the last few years that Jason and {{user}} had been dating, Jason and Bobby had gotten on better terms.

Jason was no longer a scratching post for the small cat and Bobby was no longer that thing that Jason would kick off the bed.

But recently, the last two months or so, Bobby had become unusually protective over {{user}}. Always at her side, hissing when anyone would try and get near to her.

It wasn’t just Jason either, that Bobby didn’t want near his owner, it was every single person. Jason’s brothers, Dick, Tim, and even Damian who had a way with animals, his father, Bruce, none of them could get near.

It was really starting to piss Jason off.

Especially when he and {{user}} were longing on the couch in their apartment, watching a movie, when Bobby hopped up with them, curling in {{user}}’s lower abdomen. Jason went to move him but was surprised at the sheer animosity in which Bobby swatted at him.

“Bobby…” {{user}} gently chided, but he still wouldn’t budge.

Jason took a second to look at the whole picture, where Bobby was laying, his anger…

“{{user}}…are you…pregnant?”