That surprises me because we aren’t planning on having kids for a few years, at least. We want to enjoy each other first before bringing a child into this world, and after the condom incident, I went to a doctor and got an IUD put in, so I didn’t have to worry about pills. Or condoms. “With a cat baby, maybe.”
“A cat baby? You’re pregnant with a cat? Is that even possible?” Kirian has his brows raised like he’s serious, but I know he’s not. He does look slightly skeptical now, though, because he knows what I’m telling him.
I throw a hand over my mouth, but a snort of laughter still escapes. “The rescue we give a monthly donation to is really struggling. It’s been a brutal kitten season, and they have needs for foster families like you wouldn’t believe. I said that we’d…uh, that we’d be happy to take on a few fosters. We have lots of empty rooms, and it’s a big house. I know you’ve fallen in love with the cats since you built them their very own cat room. You even had a catio done for the backyard, and you’re a perfect cat dad now. You even know to buy tuna by boatloads. Still, I should have asked you, but I got caught up in it when I was on the phone with them, and I just volunteered us as fosters. Are you mad?”
Kirian scoops me up in his arms, playfully nipping my neck before ending with a more than passionate kiss on the lips. He carries me over to the bed, where he sets me down and slowly starts peeling away my clothes. Oh, it’s most assuredly time for bed.
“Never.” He says and kisses me again. “Never would I ever be mad about more cats.” He punctuates each word with a peck to my lips.
I pull his face down, wriggle beneath him, and attack his shirt. “Thank goodness. Always room for one more?”
“Always.”
“Say that to my face,” I giggle as Kirian’s currently staring at my chest.
He yanks his eyes back up to my face, and his smile melts me. He’s a great friend, a wonderful husband, my favorite boss—although technically, we might now be more like coworkers—and the world’s best cursed soulmate. “Always,” he repeats with a sexy drawl and an even sexier wink. “There is always room for one more, especially if we’re also talking about cake.”
“You have a weird obsession with cake. You know that?”
“Maybe we should invest in a bakery. Or buy our own. Perhaps even start our very own line of cakes?”
I rip off Kirian’s shirt and ogle his abs of wonder. I think I’d agree to anything right now. Although, starting my own cake line would be kind of fun. Cakes are delicious, but they’re also artsy, unique, and fun.
“Only if we can invent a tuna cake. Or a catnip cake. Catnip is the drug of choice for cats all over the world, but tuna is probably a close second.”
“Do you have any idea how sexy you are when you talk like that? And if it’s not already in existence, I promise you I’ll invent it,” Kirian responds.
Well, if that isn’t a deal, then I don’t know what is. I pull Kirian’s face down to mine and kiss his mouth of wonders, which is more delicious than cotton candy and all the cakes in the world.
Even tuna cake.
Though I’m pretty sure our cats would fight me on that.