Puppy! Noah x Kitten! Reader (#1 here)
cw: mentions of mating, comfort, fluff, hybrid cat pregnancy, mentions of electroshocks, regretful former caretaker, no sex, just a puppy excited to be a dad, The term "puppies" is used to refer to babies.
AN: It took me a while to upload the second part; I kept putting it off longer than I wanted. I was a bit frustrated with a one-shot I'm writing, so I put it aside to work on this lovely story. And I want to let you know that part 3 is indeed coming 🐶❤️🐱
The list of things you hated about your pregnancy was incredibly long. Among them were not being able to eat everything you wanted because it wasn't healthy for you or the babies; you also couldn't lie down wherever you liked because the size of your belly made it difficult to sleep on your stomach. Naturally, you were somewhat lazy, but thanks to the pregnancy, your sleep became much more intense.
Vomiting, raging hormones; you were constantly crying and complaining, but no one had the right to complain, because you weren't acting that way by choice, but because you were pregnant and all you wanted was support and understanding from your inner circle to cope. Luckily, there were those who were there for you.
Your cute little puppy with dark eyes and brown hair.
Noah became a sweetheart from the moment he got you pregnant; he would always kiss your belly, talk about how excited he was to meet his babies, research as much as possible about raising hybrid babies,
feeding, education, tips for the first five years of life, among other things that warmed your heart.
Do you need another sweater or a blanket?
Can you feel our babies' kicks?
He was a father who was very attentive to your well-being and that of the babies.
He became extremely protective; the pregnancy hormones were slightly altering his system, he wouldn't let anyone near you, he would growl at them and hug you tighter, like a wild animal protecting its mate.
“She’s mine, and they’re my puppies,”he kept saying it.
Jolly finally removed the electric shock collar, not of his own volition, but at your insistence; he did it reluctantly, but he was getting fed up with Noah no longer being as submissive as before. he understood
that it was natural behavior in hybrids who were about to become parents, but he found Noah's behavior irritating and stupid because he had never growled at him, never raised his voice, and never said no to him.
He was about to blame you for changing it
However, he didn't. It took him a month to get used to this new side of Noah. He was still the same soft puppy he'd always been, but more clumsy and affectionate when he was with you, whether he was putting lotion on your tummy to prevent stretch marks or sleeping with his head buried between your thighs while his tail wagged happily every time you scratched behind his ears and he murmured cutesy things like “my babies…”.
Noah was happy, and Jolly was happy about that. he was happy for you too; you looked radiant and cheerful despite the exhaustion of your six-month pregnancy. he supported you in whatever you needed: buying clothes for the children, taking a bath, doing your hair, anything.
Folio was the most excited; he took charge of decorating the baby's room himself, only asking for opinions on fabrics and colors. Pastel yellow, white, a touch of light blue, and, above all, drawings of kittens and puppies if necessary.
Everyone did their bit; or rather,
It was no secret to anyone that Nicholas was jealous of all this
He was jealous that Noah was now like your "owner," that you were soon to be a mother, and the worst thing for him was not that, but that they were Noah's children.
Things shouldn't have turned out this way; it was incredibly stupid of him not to have taken care of you properly. I'd berate him for it 24/7 during my sleepless nights in his bed, constantly staring at your empty
side because you hadn't slept with him in ages. Even long before you and Noah had mated, you weren't sleeping in his bed anymore; he'd punished you with separation and a complete lack of concern for your
needs, only caring about his own.
But why did he start behaving like that towards you?
The answer was simpler than you might think; Nick just wanted you to feel like he owned something, or so he thought at first.
The truth is, that's how I always wanted it to be, but then you were so affectionate with him, you sought him out, your tail wagged when he called you "kitten" or "princess," you rubbed against him; when he wasn't in a good mood, you brought him your favorite toy, thinking it would cheer him up (deep down, it did). And the times you covered his face with kisses or licked his cheeks, oh my God
You ended up digging their grave.
I knew I was never going to get you back, that now you would be with Noah forever, a family with two puppies, and probably happier than you could have been with him if things had been different, if you hadn't
taken such a despotic and cold attitude.
Those babies could be his; he would kiss you on the lips, make you your favorite fruit smoothie, massage your feet and back, look for books on parenting and the right way to ask you to stop being his "cat" and start being something much more serious like his wife
Sadly for him, and fortunately for you, that would never happen now, only in another universe where things between you were good. He would live regretting it for the rest of his life, and he deserved it. Although deep down, he held a tiny hope that you might at least forgive him for being so cruel to you; if you did, he would swear to be your greatest support, even if it meant seeing you with someone else, who was his best friend of almost his entire life.
He could settle for that, he really could
That's why his change in attitude was so strange; he was more careful, kinder; you seriously doubted whether his behavior was genuine or just a facade to get you to go back to him and leave Noah.
But while Noah had gone out with Folio to get the suitcase where they would pack everything they needed for the day of the birth, Nick took advantage of their absence to talk to you. You weren't alone, though; Jolly was with you on the sofa, with a protective arm around your shoulders as you stroked your belly and watched a movie together—something so casual, but it stung him a little because that place should have been his, not his Swedish friend's
he debated whether to interrupt the moment or wait.
Well, Nick, you've already messed up big enough, you can't do it again
It was a tough pill to swallow. He didn't say anything, he just came in and sat on the sofa next to you and Jolly, waiting for an opportunity to talk to you.
“I’m going to get some water y/n, do you want anything?” Jolly asked.
You nodded; the truth is you were a little hungry because of the cravings.
“A little vanilla ice cream”
Okay, just a normal craving, nothing weird like your strange meals these past few days…
Jolly rolled his eyes; he'd spoken too soon, but he didn't argue; if you wanted it, he'd make it for you. he stood up from the sofa and, some distance from the living room, looked at Nick; his serious gaze carried a very clear message for him.
Then he disappeared from sight, and Nicholas was glancing at you out of the corner of his eye; you looked lovely in that pretty little yellow dress and your white knitted sweater. He was so tempted to stroke it with his fingertips, but he held back; he shouldn't act impulsively, especially not with Jolly in the house.
Although Nick would never hurt you, would never lay a hand on you, and you knew that very well, even though you were unaware of his current intentions as you continued watching TV. Nick was nervously fidgeting with his fingers, trying to think of what to say. What would be the most appropriate thing to do in this situation? Should he simply say
"I'm sorry"? Should he tell you that you could bite him as revenge for his behavior? What about talking like adults and sorting things out
Definitely the last option, even though it had everything to lose.
He cleared his throat to get your attention; you looked at him. He leaned forward slightly, his hair falling almost dramatically, framing his face. He looked at you, and seeing you only made him realize that, actually, you were better off without him.
“I know what I say won’t change your mind,” she said. “I can see it now, you’re radiant, plump, prettier, much more pampered than before, but above all, happy with yourself and more relaxed.”
His words took you by surprise.
“I’m sorry,” he finally confessed. “I’m sorry I wasn’t the man you deserved, I’m sorry I left you alone during your jealousy, I’m sorry for all the times I made you cry because you felt inadequate, I’m sorry I punished and imprisoned you when you never did anything to make me angry. I can continue apologizing for how I treated you this past year, and of all the things I regret most, I regret one thing above all: that you thought you didn’t deserve love.
It was the only thing that could be heard in the room, apart from Jolly's hustle and bustle in the kitchen while she cooked the bacon.
What you thought about so much, what you saw as a distant dream, happened
Nick apologized, not for one thing, but for everything, and if you weren't pregnant, you would have jumped on him, screaming, biting, and scratching him for making you feel bad and for deserving to feel guilty. But you just sat there, staring into his clear eyes, searching for a sign of deception, but there wasn't one
I was really asking for your forgiveness, but words weren't enough for you.
“You don’t have to forgive me now,” he murmured
You wiped the tears that welled up in your eyes with the sleeve of your sweater. “You’re right, I’m not going to do it, but not now, not tomorrow.” You glanced down at your belly; it was moving slightly due to the babies movements. “I really did love you, Nick, and I tried everything to make you love me the same way, but it never
You ended up looking him in the eyes, frowning and grimacing because of how much you were holding back your tears
“I won’t come back to you.” He nodded; he understood perfectly. “I can’t say I hate you—hate is too strong a word—I’m simply disappointed in you, and in myself for letting myself live in those conditions for so long, and I’ll never understand why you weren’t a caregiver like Jolly. I never spoke about it because I was afraid of being punished with electroshocks, and I’m still afraid, though not as much as before"
Jolly reappeared, carrying a small bowl of the ice cream you'd ordered, topped with bacon, and holding his glass of water in his other hand. He returned to his seat right next to you, you took the bowl of ice cream and smiled at him, though he noticed your eyes were a little red and Nick's posture was starting to piece together what had happened.
“Did he say anything to you?” Jolly asked. “The truth.”
You denied it, said you were fine, and filled your mouth with a spoonful of ice cream, trying not to think about it anymore.
The atmosphere became a little tense then, with only the TV as background noise while they limited themselves to a few words if someone asked something.
For Nick, that was enough and he didn't want to insist any further; he got up from the sofa to go to his room, but he looked at
"And you, Noah, have you thought of names yet?"
“Mph,” you smiled at the memory of the night they were thinking about the perfect names: “The girl will be called Zelda, and the boy Armin.”
Nicholas couldn't suppress the small smile that escaped his lips.
"I'll guess, Noah was the one who insisted on the boy's name because he likes Attack on Titan, right?"
“You know how it is,” you joked, “but they’re beautiful, just like I know they’ll be.”
“And so it will be,” Jolly said, “and I hope they look like you and not him.”
You burst out laughing, but it was a bad idea, as one of the babies kicked you and made you groan; you settled back on the sofa hoping the pain would pass.
It was just you and Jolly left alone again; he was looking at you and analyzing all your movements, searching for something, but without knowing exactly what it was, but he didn't find anything, better that way because he didn't want you to get upset.
An hour and a half later, Noah and Folio returned, laden with bags when the initial plan was just for the suitcase, but Folio's excuse was "there were sales." Jolly rolled his eyes; she was afraid to check how much the credit card debt was. Noah looked for you in the living room, but you weren't there; he followed your scent to the nurseries' room; you were sitting in the rocking chair, half asleep, your ears drooping, but your tail wagging on its own.
He entered stealthily, but it was no use; one of your ears perked up the moment Noah took his first steps, you opened your eyes and yawned. He smiled at you and you smiled back, but still a little sleepy.
“They took so long for a suitcase,” you said.
Noah knelt in front of you and smoothed the fabric of the dress.
"Let's just say I got distracted looking at so many baby things; we won't have to worry about diapers for a while."
He placed his hands on your belly, gently running his hands over it and lowering his lips to leave several kisses there and rub your cheek.
“Daddy’s home, my little ones"
Noah's tail wagged, almost searching for yours to intertwine. "I'm anxious, y/n"
You felt tender and took its face in your hands to give it little kisses on the cheeks and a short kiss on the lips; its tail was hitting the floor because of your show of affection, it tilted its head and its cheeks blushed.
“You’re happy because we’re going to be parents, my little puppy"
He nodded frantically, hugged you around the waist, and his grip didn't loosen at all, not even when you settled into a more comfortable position in the chair.
"I promise that neither you nor the puppies will lack anything, least of all love."
"I hope so, little pup, or else I'll have the pups bite you while you sleep."
His eyes opened abruptly.
“No, please, anything but that!” she exclaimed. “Children bite very hard at a certain age.”
Of course you laughed when you saw him scared; you were just joking, you didn't really mean it, but he took it that way, poor thing.
“Hey, look at me,” you murmured.
I timidly look up at you, your face perfectly cradled between your palms, your thumbs brushing against your cheekbones and your beautiful long nose.
"The puppies will love you; I can already imagine the day they start walking and chase you to find their toys or hugging your legs."
"And I won't refuse it, they are my children and I have to spoil them, just like I do with their mom.
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