Chapter 10

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Meliodas Pov

the sound of mews is what woke me, yellow light filtering through the curtains as i sat up rubbing the sleep from my eyes. scooting over to the cracked top drawer of my nightstand to see Mozart, in his grey and white fuzzy-ness, awake and mewing. 

with a smile wide enough it hurt my cheeks i reached in and grabbed him gently, lifting him out and carrying him over to his litter box to show him it. after a couple minutes of petting him he went potty in it and i used the scoop to show him to bury it, feeling myself smile at the mew he let out when i picked him back up.

after i carried him over to my dresser i set out his bowl and grabbed the kitten milk supplement, (yes a real thing) and watched as he drank it, his little mouth having a tiny white mustache around it from the milk. once he was cleaned up i sat him in the pocket of my hoodie and slipped on some different pants, shoes and socks to go to school.

for a second after grabbing my bag and stuffing my phone in it i simply had my hand in my pocket to pet mozart, feeling myself smile at his little licks to my palm. i went ahead and grabbed my headphones and leaving my room, heading down the stairs and smiling as i smelled banana bread pancakes.

practically drifting into the kitchen with a grin i was greeted with Zafina cooking the pancakes on the stove, lunch bags already packed on the counter and what looked to be fresh orange juice next to bacon on the island. to say i was salivating in glee would be an understatement.

"Oh! hi meliodas, you're up early, aren't you?" she smiled at me as i nodded with a smile, causing her to tilt her head. "well, want your breakfast early since its almost ready anyway?" she asked softly, tilting her head at me.

with a rapid nod she gestured for me to sit on the barstool at the counter as she served me a plate, a bunch of her banana bread pancakes, bacon and a glass of orange juice. i beamed at her in thanks, which simply made her kiss the top of my head before she went back to the stove to cook more.

my mouth watered around the food as i ate, practically inhaling it due its godly flavor. my phone dinged a couple of times in the couple minutes it took me to eat, washing it down with what i was right was fresh orange juice. deliberately forcing myself to slow down on the last pancake was worth it to help savor the banana taste before it was gone, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand as i felt sleepy again from being full.

after i finished my orange juice i carried my plate to the sink to wash, rinsing my plate off before scrubbing with the rag, washing top and bottom before rinsing again and switching to the cup. after the dishes were washed suddenly Zafina hugged me from behind to kiss the top of my head again.

"you're so sweet, my little meli. thank you for washing those for me" she beamed down at me, the corners of her eyes crinkling in her joy as i nodded in reply.

after about half an hour zel came downstairs half asleep and plopped into a chair, yawning as Zafina put his plate in front of him. this is when he notices me and stops, tilting his head at me as i discreetly pet my pocket kitten. 

"You, up before me? since when?" he huffed, laughing a little before he started eating.

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Elizabeth Pov

the very first thing i did after waking up was text Meliodas *Good Morning* with a smiley face. once that was done i got up and headed straight for the bathroom to get ready, closing and locking the door to shower- with a quick turn of the dial the shower head creaked before the water came out.

after brushing my teeth i stripped out of my night clothes to hop in the shower, sighing under the hot spray as i mentally went over last night again- like i had done over 1000 times by now. Me and Meliodas kissing was positively the greatest thing ever, the feeling of him being so eager to respond to my touches only made me want him more. i scrubbed the shampoo extra hard into my scalp to clear my head of the thoughts that seeped in at the memories of how he tasted, felt and moved.

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