Feline Foolery

3.

(Y/n) had the day off so she was glad to spend a little time getting to know her new.. could you really call them roommates?

She woke up and had accidentally woken up Spencer as well. He yawned sleepily and smiled at her. "Good morning!" His tail swishes as he gives her a hug.

She smiles and pats his head, making him purr. "Good morning, Spence. Want some breakfast?"

He nods and slides down off the bed, grabbing her hand and happily walking to the kitchen.

Sami smiles at them, an apron tied around him. He was already making breakfast.

"Damn, just gonna keep taking my jobs huh," she teases. He flinches, dropping the spoon and whirling around. "Please don't hurt me! I'm sorry!"

She freezes, letting go of Spencer and walking over to the Sami. Said male crouches down and covers his head, eyes squeezed shut as he anticipated punishment.

Of course, that's not what she was going to do. (Y/n) yanks him into a hug, securely putting her arms around him.

He was shaking, reliving his worst memories.

"Who hurt you," she whispers, worried about the normally so composed one.

Spencer looks away, fiddling with his shirt sleeves. Fox and Wesley walk in. The former immediately scoffs and leaves while Wesley picks up Spencer and comforts him. He knew Spencer hated seeing his 'siblings' sad.

Sami takes a shaky breath, trying to stop his shaking. "I- I'm sorry.." he pulls away, taking another deep breath. "I just.. lost my composure for a minute. Can we talk about this later? It's kind of a group discussion..."

She nods, standing up and looks around at the boys. They all seemed a little bit uncomfortable so she decides to just drop it.

Sami goes back to cooking, but a frown was visible on his face. Fox came back into the room once breakfast was ready and Thatcher and Tate soon joined him. The only one missing was Max.

Gettin up from her spot, she walks over to the laundry room and opens the door. "Max?"

He was sound asleep, curled up in a pile of dirty clothes. His face was relaxed and he looked so peaceful.

Squatting down next to him, she gently runs the back of her hand against his cheek. His ear twitches as he wakes up.

"Morning," she says softly. He closes his eyes and pushes his cheek into her hand, softly purring.

"Mornin."

She grins, petting him. "You're a lot more cooperative in the morning."

"Shhh," he says, raising his hand and putting a finger on her lips. Smirking, she playfully catches it between her teeth gently.

"Ow-"

"Oh shut up. That did not hurt." She runs a hand through his hair softly, making him purr against his will.

"Fuck you," he whispers as he rubs his head into her hand.

Giggling, she continues. "Want to come eat breakfast?"

"Will you stop petting me if I do?"

"Yes."

"Deal." They both get up, walking to the table. Thatcher flings an arm out and pulls her into his lap, securing his arms around her.