❝Used to look at me
and tell me don't stress love,
that's why I need you
whenever I'm stressed, love ❞
𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 he wants his old thing back, but the burdens of their past relationship keep her from pursuing anything further.
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T W O D A Y S L A T E R . . .
When Jordan said he was on the hunt to find a mother figure for Kota and Kai, Zayley didn't take it as a literal statement.
But here she was, taking on the motherly role as she spent her Friday afternoon in bed with the three cats surrounding her.
Jordan and the team were gone for an away game, so he asked Zayley if she could catsit since his cats adored her. Of course, she couldn't say no since she loved them just as much.
"Never in a million years did I imagine being this type of cat person." She spoke to no one in particular as she stared down at her fur babies on her lap and upper chest.
"I think this is a sign to make more friends."
The cats glared at her while tilting their heads in the process.
"I should make more friends shouldn't I? Stop being so antisocial and get out more, huh?" She raised an eyebrow as she stroked the animal's fur.
Milo, Kota, and Kai stared blankly at Zayley as if they could understand her.
"You're so right. That requires talking to people, and I don't like that." She shook her head at the thought. "Why get more friends when I have you guys?"
The cats purred at the response as they snuggled closer to the human.
"Glad we had that chat." She smiled as she continued watching reruns of The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air.
Episode after episode, her eyes got heavier and heavier until she finally decided not to fight off the sleep. Just as she fell into a deep slumber, a knock on her front door made her body jerk up.
Groaning, she strolled out of her bedroom to look through her peephole.
"What the hell?" She frowned, opening the door. A delivery man stood outside, holding a massive bouquet.
"Delivery for Zayley Palmer?"
"That's me." She smiled lazily as the man handed her a pen and paper.
"Sign here for me please."
Once she did, they exchanged the items before briefly saying goodbyes.
"My god, this is heavy. Who on earth sent me these?" She closed the door with her feet and sat them on her kitchen counter.
After a minute of searching through the arrangement, Zayley found a decorative card attached to them.
Dear Z,
I want to apologize for being distant these past couple of days. I know this isn't much, but I hope these flowers put a smile on your face. Love you, and call me whenever you get this.
