You were his emotional support animal! A big ass fucking Maine coon that greets and sleep by the door for him! Maine coons being huge fucking species of cats, which made you ideal for cuddling. He manages to come home early for Christmas and Christmas Eve.

Click

Your ears perked up, knowing damn well it was Keegan. Running over and jumping on the stinky gun powder smelling man, he manages to catch you before he fell—luckily.

"God—damn, you're heavy!.."

Keegan groaned and chuckled under his balaclava.