I'll wait for you (Dayasco)

The hamster

My heart thrummed with anticipation as I lay awake the night before our pet-adoption day. I could barely contain my excitement at the thought of welcoming a new furry friend into our lives, and to be a co parent with Daya.

As dawn broke, I practically leapt out of bed. "C'mon, Daya, wake up!" I exclaimed, jumping on his side of the mattress like an enthusiastic child. His huge body bouncing up and down as I shook him.

Daya stirred, groaning slightly. "What's the rush, Sco?" he mumbled, but his eyes softened when he saw my infectious enthusiasm.

I rushed through breakfast, my excitement evident in every bite as I practically inhaled the toast Daya had made for me. Daya ate slowly, teasing me with his methodical pace.

"Please hurry," I whined, pouting playfully hoping my genuine excitement would quicken his pace. He grinned at me as he finished eating and I ushered him to the bedroom to get dressed, rushing him as I did.

Finally, he was ready, and we raced downstairs to the car, falling over eachother as we ran.

The drive to the pet store was filled with laughter and chatter. We debated names for our new pet and made plans for its new home, deciding where was the best spot for its cage. As we pulled into the Petsmart parking lot, I felt a surge of pure joy.

Inside the store, we marveled at the variety of supplies before I played with a kitten through the bars of the cage it was in. We purchased a massive tank, soft bedding, a hamster wheel, and an assortment of toys and treats. With everything we needed, we checked out, and headed back to our apartment.

Trying to fit the tank into the car was quite the experience, Daya was adamant he could do it on his own, and I truly enjoyed watching his muscles flex as he struggled to get it into the trunk, sweat starting to bead up on his forehead.

He finally got everything to fit and we practically sped all the way home, it feeling more real now that we were going to be parents to something.

Setting up the cage was a bonding experience. We worked together, making sure the bedding was deep enough, the sand bath was filled, and the toys were arranged perfectly. As we placed the massive cage in the living room, a sense of fulfillment washed over me.

I climbed up onto Daya's lap as we happily looked at the work we'd done. The cage looked perfect and I curled up against him, feeling a new sense of love for him.

Next, we contacted local rescue centers. One had a baby male Syrian hamster that sounded perfect. We reserved him over the phone and eagerly returned to the car, a small pet carrier in hand.

"Your excitement is making me excited," Daya laughed as he drove, "it's like infectious!" I grinned back at him, it was true, excitement wad radiating off of me as we pulled into the rescue centre parking lot.

At the rescue center, my heart melted when we first saw him. He was a gray hamster with a small black patch over his eyes. I couldn't resist snuggling him close, and he seemed more than happy being held, which was unusual for hamster.

We signed all the papers and popped him into the carrier we had brought with us. I held the carrier on the way home so tightly, like it was the most precious thing in the world. Looking down and speaking to our new baby the full drive home.

Back home, we introduced our new baby to his luxurious cage. He explored every nook and cranny, pausing to nibble on treats and frolic in the sand bath. Daya watched with a mixture of amusement and awe.

"He is cool, I'll give him that," Daya laughed his eyes not leaving the hamster. "We've gotta name him," I said softly, making sure not to speak too loudly and scare him.

"What about... Spike or Killer!" Daya laughed, I playfully punched him in the arm, "I like Bandit," I said softly, actyally taking naming him seriously unlike Daya. "Bandit huh? I like that," Daya grinned, "he does look like a little bandit too with the black patches around his eyes,"

"Bandit it is," I grinned, "hey Bandit, welcome home," I said softly, picking him up out of his cage and putting him against me. Petting his head softly. He looked up at me, his little black dot eyes seemed to gleam in the living room lighting.

I put him back into the cage and we decided to leave him alone for a while to settle. We climbed up onto the couch, Daya playfully pulling me onto his lap. "Does this mean I can officially call you a milf?" He teases, his eyes dark with desire. 

He strokes his hands down my waist before letting them sit on my ass, "I suppose it does," I smile back at him, letting my hands rest on his chest, and I laugh as I feel his heart speeding up beneath his shirt.

"I can't Believe we are parents to something," Daya laughed, "poor Bandit has no idea the two idiots who are responsible for him," I laughed, he wasn't wrong. But for now I was just in a state of perpetual happiness.

Not only was the man i loved so deeply infront of me, we now had something we shared, apart from our home.

I let myself melt against him, my eyes watching Bandits cage, laughing whenever i saw him do things for the first time. I watched him on his wheel, him using his sand bath or him stuffing food into his cheeks. He was far too entertaining.