11. “What’s with the box?”
Scott McCall/Stiles StllinskiRating: G, Word Count: 590Tags: Established Relationship, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Pets
‘Scott?’ Stiles asks from the bottom step ofthe stairs, his voice low and full of warning. He’d beenin the study, planning to do the administration but actually watchingconspiracy videos on YouTube, when he’d heardthe key in the front door and gone downstairs to greet his husband.
Scott’s smilewhen he looks up at Stiles is a little strained.
‘What’s with the box?’ Stiles continues. He folds his armsacross his chest.
‘The onebehind your back.’
‘Oh,that one.’ Scott turns his body andstarts walking backwards into the living room, making sure to keep the contentsof the box hidden behind his back. ‘Nothing.’ He freezes for a second, then startswalking away faster.
Stiles follows him, eyebrows raised. ‘Nothing, huh? Then what’s that little grey fuzzball peekingover your shoulder?’
Scott keeps that strained smile on his face as he reachesover and plucks the kitten off his shoulder and cradles it protectively againsthis chest. ‘Oh wow,’ he laughs awkwardly. ‘How did she get there?’
‘Climbedout of that box and up the back of your coat, would be my guess,’ Stiles says, rolling his eyes. Scott’s not the best of liars, but even forhim this is terrible.
‘Okay.Just… hear me out,’ Scott says. He walks the rest of theway to the living room, sits down on the couch and sets the box on the coffee table.There’s a fluffy green towel inside. ‘If you still want her goneafter, I’ll bring her back to theclinic. Tonight.’
Stiles thinks it over. If he hears Scott out, there’s a ninety percent chance the kitten’s staying. They had a plan: get thejobs they want, make sure they’resecure in those jobs, save money, and then they adopt pets and children. Hesits down next to Scott anyway.
‘Thislittle girl’s mom had too many babies andcouldn’t feed them all, and theowners didn’t have the time to reallytake care of her, so we kept this one tobottle feed, but she’sgetting too old to stay with us, which means she’ll haveto go to the shelter, but–’
‘But yougot attached,’ Stiles sighs. He can’t blame him. She’s adorable, with big blue eyes andfluffy grey fur. She looks at him, blinks slowly, then meows plaintively. ‘Okay, fine,’ Stiles says, smiling at Scott’s victorious grin. He takes thekitten from Scott, and his chest feels tight for a second. She’s so small and soft, so vulnerable.He settles her in the crook of his arm, where she nestles in and promptly fallsasleep.
‘I wastalking to her.’ Scott carefully strokes thekitten’s little head with onefinger. Stiles would flip him off if he didn’t thinkit would wake their kitten. ‘Whatare we going to name her?’ Scottasks.
‘Dustbunny,’ Stiles decides. ‘Because she looks like one.’
‘Bunnyfor short, I assume?’
‘I’m also assuming that I’m gonna have to make dinner?’
Stiles nods at Dustbunny. ‘There’s a cat sleeping on me. I can’t do anything until she wakes up.’
Scott laughs. ‘Well,I should probably get the food and toys inside first.’
‘How’d you know I’d say yes?’
‘BecauseI know you,’ Scott says, standing up. Hepresses a kiss to the top of Stiles’ headand walks back to his car.
‘He’s right. I could never say no to you,’ Stiles whispers to Dustbunny. ‘You’re going to be horribly spoiled.’
