It’s been four years since you two started dating, Steven was more than happy to express to his mom that he hoped things would eventually get more serious.

Although, the timing of it was ironic.

He couldn’t believe that Jeremiah and Belly were rushing to get married by the end of the summer, obviously he thought they were out of their minds.

The only thing he was glad about is that you weren’t there at the memorial dinner to witness it go to shit. Aside from that, in the midst of his mother’s freak out, he got an idea.

To get a cat, it was the perfect way to keep things going forward in a less alarming way.

He gave a convincing argument too, saying how great you two would be as cat parents and how adorable you’d be as a cat mom. Just imagining you fuss over a pet’s livelihood was enough for him to be set on the idea.

Obviously, he was elated when his words of persuasion worked. It warranted him to give you plenty of kisses.

Steven took the initiative to set up everything in the apartment—a litter box, food and water bowls, litter, a cat tree, a scratching post, toys, cat food, grooming brushes. The cat bed went to a decent corner in your shared room.

With that, he gave you full leeway to choose the cat’s breed and age, he thought it was fair enough to further the trust between you two.

After the trip to the shelter, he gave the cat a few gentle pets before setting it down to roam about, watching as it explored the apartment.

Unfortunately—despite how tempting it was—he couldn’t keep his eyes on the furball forever, so he turned to you.

“We’re gonna need to take some family photos later,” Steven said, putting his hands on your hips. “I think I’ll frame one and put it next to my computer at work.”