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Jack is not actually a morning person. He gets up early because he has to, but if he had no obligations, if he didn’t have a schedule to keep or things to do or games to prepare for, Jack would happily sleep in until noon.
But Jack, against his will, gets up at six most mornings to start his day, which sometimes takes a while before he can really focus. Bitty knows this. Bitty is a morning person. Sometimes it’s a little gross, how chipper he is when Jack rolls his ass out of bed and trudges into their kitchen, assaulted with the mouth-watering scent of French-pressed coffee, scrambled egg whites with spinach and feta, whole-wheat blueberry pancakes, warming maple syrup, and fresh cut fruit.
Bitty is so good to him, sometimes Jack can’t hardly stand the feeling in his chest, like his ribcage is threatening to break from the sheer size of his heart. Bitty is so good to him, and Jack is determined to be just as good back. So he curls his arms around Bitty’s waist from behind, still fuzzy with sleep, and kisses at his neck.
“Morning,” Bitty says, and he has finally learned, thank God, to turn down his sweet, chipper voice when Jack has just woken up. “Think you can manage breakfast first thing?”
“I think so, yeah. Thank you.”
He sees it before he hears it–a flash of orange fur on the counter right next to the carton of eggs. Then there’s a meow, and Jack wakes up much faster than usual.
“When did we get a cat?”
Bitty turns around and looks at him, both eyebrows shooting up into his hairline. “Is this the first time you’ve noticed the cat?”
“…If you’re asking me that, I’m going to assume that yes will be a strange answer.”
“Jack, she’s been coming around like every morning for over a week. I don’t know who her human is, but she’s literally in here with us every morning. She just doesn’t talk much.”
Jack stares at the cat. The cat looks coolly back at him with green eyes. “Why didn’t you say anything?”
“Because I thought you noticed,” Bitty says with a snort. “Wow, Jack. Great eye-hand coordination on the ice, but Lord, you’re useless when you’re sleepy.”
“Did you name her?”
Bitty reaches out and wiggles his fingers at the cat, and she bumps into them with her forehead. She is a very loud purrer. Did Jack think that noise was the dishwasher? It almost sounds like a dishwasher. “Of course not. She’s not mine to name.”
Jack doesn’t see a collar. “I guess you can keep her around in the mornings,” he says, and he’s certain that eventually this cat is not going to leave. “Have you put up any flyers to see if she’s lost?”
“Not yet,” Bitty says, and there’s a wistful tone to his voice as he scratches under the cat’s chin. “I will, I know what you’re thinking, I know we can’t keep her.”
Jack settles at the breakfast table to sip at his coffee, watching Bitty lean on the counter and bump his forehead into the cat’s. “If she doesn’t belong to anyone,” Jack says, pouring exactly one tablespoon of maple syrup onto his pancakes, “then you’d better name her.”
“Delilah,” Bitty says, and Jack simply grins down at his breakfast.MAR. 5 2016 6,350 NOTES
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