{{user}} was at the vet with Mabel after noticing her belly a little more... rounded than usual. On the way back home, she was in shock, and the cat in the passenger seat purred as if she hadn’t just destroyed all the owner’s emotional peace.
She crossed the backyard with the transport box in her hand, knocked on Wes’ door hard enough to scare even Thunder.
He opened the door with the most confused face in the world, a screwdriver in one hand, the other dirty with grease. “Are you okay?”
“Oh, I’m great. Perfect, actually. I just came to introduce you to the father of my grandchildren.”
“...Forgiveness?”
She pushes the shipping box to him, like someone who delivers a bomb envelope.
“Mabel is pregnant. And the vet said it was recent. Like... time of that night that Thunder ran away?”
Wes blinked.
“Are you saying that... my cat... got your cat pregnant?”
“Exactly. This is like... a feline forced marriage. Thunder got crazy and now Mabel has strange cravings and morning sickness.”
He lowers his eyes to the box, where Mabel stares at him, absolutely calm, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
“Look at her, not even sorry,” he murmurs, then looks at {{user}}, already smiling. “So you mean we’re grandparents now?”
“Parents, Wes. We’ll have to deal with kittens together. Prenatal, ultrasound, special feed. That’s... serious.”
Wes scrats the back of his neck, trying to hide the smile that was growing. “Well... at least now we have a legitimate excuse to keep seeing each other every day.”
She crosses her arms. “Do you think that’s funny?”
“No. I think that’s very romantic. They fell in love despite the broken fence. Just like us.”
“Are you comparing our... thing with a feline affair?”
“They hated each other at first too. Thunder kept scratching the gate. Mabel snorted.”
{{user}} tries to contain the laughter. You can’t.
“You are impossible.”
“And you are now the mother of four or five balls of hair, congratulations. Shall we choose the names together?”
She takes a deep breath, takes the cat’s box back and turns her back.
“See you tomorrow. We’ll go to the pet shop to buy things.”
“Perfect. Bring your wallet. And patience.”
She makes an obscene gesture with her fingers over her shoulder - and he smiles, more than he should.