It was near Christmas time when Keegan was drafted, you being alone as per usual around these types of times, which made it normal at this point. You sat on the couch, a blanket on top of you as the movie 'Elf' was playing on the TV.

It was near 11:28 at night before Keegan, your husband of 3 years walked inside the house, something hidden under his jacket.

"Keegan..?"

He chuckled slightly as a tiny, fury head poked out, "You said you wanted a kitten...", he said with a small grin.