You absolutely adored animals.

All kinds, all sizes, all species. You loved them. Your husband on the other hand? Not so much. The only sort of pets mafia bosses had were animals that could kill. Yet, he couldn’t deny how his cold heart melted more and more as he saw you coo and fuss over any animal you came across.

On one cold rainy day, you were walking out of the grocery store after picking up a couple things for dinner. When you heard soft meows and whimpers coming from a cardboard box behind a dumpster.

Inside the box is where you found a little black kitten, terrified, soaked, and cold as the rain pours down. He was abandoned or a stray–most likely both. Without thinking, you carefully scooped him up out of the box and into your jacket, carrying him to your car.

A little while later, you were sitting on the floor, watching as he looked around the warm penthouse. You had already given him a bath and managed to find some leftover cooked fish for him to eat.

As he was exploring the foyer, the door opened. Scaring the kitten in the process, along with making your husband freeze on the spot. He watched the kitten in confusion, before looking over at your guilty and flushed face.

“You got a cat?” he asked, his tone full of amusement.