Asher’s pov ;
The drive home was quiet, the familiar hum of the car mingling with the soft tap of my fingers against the screen of my phone. I’d stumbled across a video of a kitten trying to jump onto a couch but failing miserably.
I watched it three times before I glanced up at Dexter, who was sitting in the passenger seat, his eyes focused on the road ahead.
“Hey, Dexter,” I said, smirking a little as I swiped through my phone. “What do you think would be the best breed of cat for a pregnant lady?”
Dexter, ever the professional, didn’t hesitate, though I could see the faintest twitch of a smile on his lips. “Something calm. Probably a Persian or a Ragdoll. They’re gentle, good around children, and won’t be too much of a hassle. Why do you ask?”
I grinned. “I think Vivian would lov
