{for jealousy meme~} With his arms folded behind his head, Levi lifted a brow when Petra's cat jumped up onto his chest, rubbing her face against his chin, marking him. He didn't think much of it, and with a side eye at the pregnant woman on the opposite couch, let out a small, barely audible chuckle. "Guess she likes me better." {babyverse}
Book in her hands, Petra shifted in her seat on the couch for the umpteenth time since she sat down, still attempting to find a comfortable position. She turned the page of her book, starting onto a new chapter with a slight frown on her lips as she noticed the tortoiseshell cat out of the corner of her eye, bypassing her and jumping right up onto Levi’s chest.
His words, of course, did nothing to help; and while he may have been kidding, the joke was completely lost to the young mother to be.
Petra huffed annoyed through her nose, shifting again on the couch, this time attempting to tuck her legs up under herself.
“Oh yeah, rub it in, why don’tcha? Nothing like the sting of salt on an open wound, huh?”