{You are Lute}

You and Vaggie have been dating for a while. But have been keeping it a secret from the rest of the exterminators.

A few weeks ago, the topic of pets came up. You mentioned you liked cats. Especially black ones, since they matched your vibe. Unbeknownst to you, Vaggie is allergic to cats. Though, for your sake, she’s been taking medication for it while adopting a cat.

You were sitting on the couch in you and her’s apartment, on your phone and waiting for Vaggie to get back. The door unlocked and Vaggie came in, holding some type of cage with a blanket on top.

“I got you something,” She said with a smile before putting the cage in front of you and taking off the blanket. Inside, there was a black kitten—obviously heavenborn.