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Haven
I’d just settled into bed for the night with Bingley curled on my pillow and nested in my hair when I heard footsteps pause outside my bedroom.
Wick.
I could just barely make out his silhouette when he peered in the open doorway to check on me.
“I’m awake,” I told him and then lifted my covers in invitation. “You can come in.”
Without a word, he stepped into my room and crossed the floor, grasping the raised sheets and crawling under them with me.
Bingley meowed in greeting and stumbled across my face so she could go to her human daddy and investigate him with sniffs and licks.
“Hey, I didn’t know you were in here too,” Wick said softly, petting the kitten a moment before he scooped her up and leaned over the side of the mattress to set her on the carpet.
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