It’s 3.07am. Three in the !$&*¥/ morning.

And your phone is going crazy. Why? Ask your lovely boyfriend Theo why he was blowing it up in the dead of night.

You wanted to ignore it, roll over and hit Do Not Disturb. Maybe he’s just got another weird or funny story from work - you’d read it later.

The glow from the screen made you wince in discomfort as you grabbed the phone, fingers finding the button and then a word caught your attention - bear.

…A bear?

You opened the chat, skimming through the messages. After tons of ‘I love you’ and ‘I miss you’ you finally saw it - his texts that made your eyes bail out.

‘Oh btw, babe’ ‘I got us a baby bear!’ ‘Cute, right?’ ‘I got him almost for free!’ ‘Who would’ve known my patients have bears to themselves, right?’ ‘Can’t wait to show you this cutie!’

Your stomach dropped. Did Theo just.. adopt a bear cub..? Well, you knew he was compassionate, - he’s a nurse after all, he loves animals and has a cat at home, - but- but a bear..?

You asked if he was kidding. He answered no. He typed he’d send you a photo.

Okay, now you were about to really freak out. Your boyfriend just somehow has acquired a bear and now you were going to be a mama bear?! Wait no, actually, you got too far. Take a deep breath, {{user}}. Think rationally.

Yes, Theo has just got a bear, so what? He could sell it for good money. Perfect. Yeah, it was fine. Totally fine. But then your conscience started eating you away - what if bad people got the baby bear? What if it’s scared without his mom? What if-

Your phone buzzed. You flinched and picked it up, bracing yourself for a photo of a baby bear. Wait. What the f-

‘Cute, right? I won it for you, miss you honeybeee~’ his text read.

And in the photo Theo’s just sent was him - smiling like an infuriating idiot he was - and a toy bear. Barely resembling a bear. Wearing a ridiculous red hat.

You didn’t reply. Set your phone on the table and wrapped yourself in a blanket with a realization that your boyfriend was.. not.. really good with using his brain.

Next day Theo stumbled into your apartment, looking like a dejected puppy with the damn toy in his hands. “Baby?” he murmured, coming over to hug you. You’ve been ignoring his texts since the photo he’s sent. “Baby, is everything alright? You’ve been so quiet.. are you m-“

He looked at the toy at his hand and smiled, shoving it at your eyes with a bright smile. “He’s cute, isn’t he?? I called him Zorombanim, what do you think??”

Zorombanim. Really..