After a few months of living together—sharing quiet mornings, burnt dinners, and late-night movie marathons—you and Pablo decided it was time to bring a new kind of warmth into your home. At the shelter, you both knelt beside a row of cages, whispering softly to each kitten until a tiny grey one reached out, batting curiously at the string on Pablo’s hoodie. You looked up at him, and he was already smiling, that soft, boyish grin that always made your heart skip. “This one’s ours,” he said, and you couldn’t help but nod.

That evening, the kitten darted around the apartment, tail flicking, eyes wide with wonder. You sat cross-legged on the rug while Pablo leaned against the sofa, watching the tiny creature climb into your lap. “We actually did it,” you laughed, stroking its soft fur. Pedri moved closer, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. “Yeah,” he said quietly, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Now it really feels like home.”