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"You're such a smart kitty Grasso, yes you are," Alette cooed, as she sat on the floor, playing with the fluffy animal.

Aresius listened to her from inside the closed door of his office, a smile subconsciously forming on his face.

She had been on the sofa watching TV when he had to do something for work. Once he had moved to his office, it didn't take long for her to find her way closer to him.

She always wanted to be close to him.

She didn't want to bother him though, so she occupied herself with the cat, who soaked up all of her undivided attention.

There was a sudden silence, as the giggles vanished and he heard a sharp intake of breath. He craned his neck to hear what was going on outside.

He heard the sound of her phone being unlocked.

She always had her phone on full volume, so it was easy to guess that she was on the device.

A few seconds of typing later, Aresius heard a robotic sound speaking from the phone.

"Say the word you want to be translated, into the microphone."

He froze, his heart pounding.

"Grasso," she mumbled, into the phone, unaware of the frazzled state of the man in his office.

"Translating," came the monotonous voice of the translator website.

He was a goner.

He stood up in a rush, cursing under his breath, dropping his pen and paper haphazardly on the desk. He rushed out of the room, bumping his knee on every possible surface.

He just opened the office door the moment the phone said.

"Fat."

Aresius and Alette's eyes widened, both for different reasons.

"I-I can explain," he rushed out as her eyes narrowed.

But she didn't give him a chance to.

She grabbed the cat and walked into the living room.

He followed helplessly behind her, calling out to her.

"Alette, I can explain, I swear," he pleaded lowly, hating that she was so upset over this.

She looked up at him as she sat on the couch, her eyes flashing.

"All of this time, I've been calling him...fat?"

He was shocked at how deadly steady her voice sounded.

It made him gulp in apprehension.

Him. The man that had stared loaded guns in the face. A man that had been shot at multiple times. A man that had probably faced more danger head-on than a large percentage of the world combined.

But none of that compared to the firecracker that was in front of him.

There was no training manual for this.

"Angel he just..." he looked at the cat in her arms, who turned his head up, as if he knew that his self-proclaimed owner was in trouble.

If he could talk, he would surely mention that while having a roof over his head, and food in his kitty bowl was great, his owner cowering from the stare of this tiny woman was a million times better.

"I didn't know what else to call him," he said, and then mentally face palmed. What kind of a reason was that?

She narrowed her pretty eyes further, and he had to hold his smile back.

She was too beautiful for her own good.

"Why couldn't you pick something else? Anything else?" she asked, her voice raising slightly, truly not understanding how he could name such a precious animal, something so rude.

He came closer to her, and she sucked in a breath, his presence affecting every particle of her body. The feeling was mutual.

They stared at each other, the argument suddenly forgotten.

They had both never felt anything like this before. Something so intense.

It was so enthralling.

Their moment was cut off when the cat in her arms hissed and clawed at the tall man.

"You little bi-"

She gasped out loud as the cat jumped out of her arms, and pointed an accusing finger at him.

"Don't you dare finish that sentence mister."

He finally let out that smile that he had been hiding, and grabbed her around the waist, letting them both fall back on the sofa.

She sat in his arms, fiddling with the collar of his shirt, her anger dissipated slightly.

"You really couldn't pick something else?" she mumbled, "Like not a word in the English language could be chosen, so you had to insult him in Italian?"

He opened his mouth, and then closed it, truly not knowing what to say. He couldn't tell her that he had never actually named the cat; that he only used the word 'Grasso' to insult the animal, and then it had just...stuck.

"Should we change the name?" she mumbled to herself, deep in thought as she stared at the animal that perched on top of the coffee table, grooming himself with his chest puffed out like the king he was.

He cupped her jaw, turning her eyes back toward him. He couldn't deal with how much attention she gave the dumb animal. Not that he would ever admit it.

"Change it to what?" he asked, admiring her dedication to the topic, and the fact that she had melted into his arms.

"Maybe like...Grassy?"

He pretended to think about it for a minute, "Gassy? Hm yeah that's good, he does have stomach problems."

"Aresius!"

He laughed out loud at her affronted face, and pulled her close to him, wrapping her warm body in his arms.

He felt lighter than he had ever felt before.

"You're so mean to him Reece," she pouted, and he couldn't help himself when he leaned in a kissed her.

"You can name him whatever you want baby, I truly don't think he cares at all," he said to her, putting his chin on top of her head, finding it endearing how she cared so much about the animal. Even if the animal was stupid.

"But he does care, why do you think he hisses at you all the time?" she mumbled accusingly into his chest, "And he's not even that fat..." she trailed off, looking at the mass of fluff.

He chuckled, "See, you can't deny that he's overweight."

She huffed, wiggling out of his arms, and away from that darn teasing smiling on his face.

She picked up the cat in question, and he melted into her.

"Since you want to be mean, Grasso and I are just going to sleep," she turned her back to him, taking a step away, as his amused smile grew.

Then she stopped and looked at him over her shoulder.

"In the guest bedroom."

The smiled was wiped clean off of his face in an instant.

"W-what? Alette no," he said quickly, moving forwards, but she stepped away, turning her head up in defiance. She briskly walked up the stairs, talking sweetly to the cat.

He shook his head, half amused, half concerned. Mainly concerned, because the thought of not sleeping beside her was unfathomable to him.

His angel was mad at him.

And it was all because of that stupid fat cat.

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