What If?// More WDW BxB: Corbyn-Shots

Day 5| Zorbyn- Fluff

Summary: Corbyn doesn't like cats. He just doesn't, but Zach does and Corbyn loves Zach

Corbyn's POV
I sighed, tilting my head at the little puffball curled up in a blanket on my passenger seat.

" How the hell did this happen?" I asked the tiny creature, promting wide eyes to look up at me.

" How did I get here?"

~ A Week Earlier ~

" Aw, come on. There has to be something you really want," I purred, nuzzling against his neck.

" No, not really," he hummed, dragging the rag over his face once more.

" I don't believe you," I teased, biting at his throat, tugging him closer.

" Bean," he giggled, leaning back into me," I mean it," looking up at me.

I stared back down at him, knowing my eyes must be doey with my emotions.

" Can't you think of just one?" I pried sweetly, kissing at my boy's forehead," anything at all?"

He sighed, suddenly looking away from me," well," he started, voice trailing," there is one thing."

Then his eyes were on me again, warm and glistening, biting softly at his lip with rose-red cheeks.

One look.

One look and I was falling all over again.

How is it possible for it to be so much harder than the first time?

" Anything you want, sweetheart," I whispered.

He spun in my arms, wrapping his around my neck," promise?" Blinking once up at me, lashes fluttering with the slow motion.

" I promise. Just name it and it's your's."

I'd jump off the nearest cliff if he asked me to.

Cut off and eat my own hair.

Anything. Everything.

As long as he kept looking at me like that.

" I wanna cat, Corbyn," his voice still low and enticing and sweet. Eyes still sparkling for me.

But the illusion was shattered.

" I... I-I...", I didn't like cats," but I don't want a cat."

The way he deflated in my arms. Hanging his head, avoiding my gaze.

I had never felt like so much of a monster in my entire life.

" But you promised," he muttered.

" Baby, I know, but-"

" It's the only thing I want, Corbyn. You said I could have whatever I wanted," he drew back from me, interlocking his fingers.

" I... but..."

" Please?" Then his eyes were on me again, shining just enough to make me think he were on the verge of tears," I know you don't like cats, but... but can't you make an exception? For me?"

" I guess... you are kinda cute," I mused, reaching over to gently press my fingers between his ears.

The little head butted against my palm with a purr, shutting big brown eyes as he nuzzled closer.

" Fine," I sighed," I suppose having you here isn't the worst thing ever. Besides, you'll make him happy."

I scoped up the tomcat, tucking him into the fold of my coat," just stay quiet."

I climbed out of my car, snow breaking beneath my boots as I made my way to the front door.

Zach had been quiet ever since then, hurting so much more than he would ever admit.

It was just too painful to watch.

I loved him too much to watch.

I unlocked the door and pushed inside, finding my husband on the couch looking at something on his phone.

" Zach?" I called out to him, getting a hum," what would you even name him?"

" What? Name who?" Looking up at me with raised brows.

I smiled, pulling my coat back," him, moron."

As if one cue, he yawned. Showing off tiny teeth and bright gums.

Zach froze, looking at the bundle of black fluff with huge eyes.

" Corbyn, this isn't funny," he whispered, voice trembling," that's not fucking funny."

" What's not funny is how hard it is for me to tell you no," I muttered, holding out the kitten," come here. Come get your cat."

Zach leapt up from the cushions, bouncing over and taking the baby into his arms, holding him against his chest.

" Our cat," he corrected, grinning up at me.

" Yeah, whatever," rolling my eyes while he stepped closer. Rocking onto his tiptoes to kiss at my mouth.

I laughed under my breath, snaking an arm around his waist to press our noses together.

The kitten pawed at my chin, mewing sweetly.

I reached out with my free hand to scratch at his neck, feeling it rattle with his purrs, kissing at my baby again.

Our cat.

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