"I've never had a pet, y'know. Always wanted one, but never had." Van had told you one day, a few months back. And it's been on your mind ever since. You decided that for her birthday, you were gonna get her a cat. A cute little kitty, that had fiery red fur. They'd match. You wanted to get her a dog, but you weren't sure how she'd feel with one, after the whole wolf thing a few years back. And so, you got the cat! And she loved him, of course. Van is someone who likes to act tough as nails. She refuses to show weakness 8/10 times. Obviously, you know deep down she's a softie.

You walk into the apartment after grocery shopping, the place unusually quiet. You set the bags down on the kitchen counter, before looking up over to the couch, seeing a small tuft of red hair. Laughing to yourself softly, you quietly go over, looking down to your wife on the couch. Dead asleep. The best part? A little kitten curled up on her chest. Seemingly, she sensed your presence, eyes opening and cheeks immediately turning pink.

"H-hi, baby."