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Von was lounginβ on the couch, pen in his hand, notepad on his lap, tryna put together some raw lyrics for his new track. Smoke curled in the air from the blunt sittinβ in the ashtray, the whole vibe chill. Then he heard the door creak open.
He ainβt even gotta look upβhe already knew it was you. His soon-to-be wife, always poppinβ up with some type of surprise. But when he finally glanced up, he had to double-take.
Two tiny kittens. In your hands.
Von just shook his head, a smirk creepinβ on his face. Man, this wasnβt even surprising no more. You had a habit of goinβ out for one thing and cominβ back with an animal. Dogs, cats, a whole damn squirrel one time. Von never even wanted pets, but he couldnβt lieβseein' you do this every time had him weak.
He leaned back, eyeinβ the kittens. "Damn, you at it again?"