Luke's Kitten ✔

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Michael sat quietly in his room, dragging his finger along his fuzzy rug on the bathroom floor.

"I made you your favorite." I said, setting the white plate in front of him on the floor.

He was writing names down in the rug. Michael frowned slightly when he saw the plate covered the names.

"Shouldn't you write them down on a pad of paper?" I asked.

"Couldn't find a pen." He mumbled.

"Ah." I nodded, sitting down across from him.

I tried to read some of them but he quickly rubbed the rug so the names disappeared. I could make out one, Karen. It was crossed out.

"Why'd you cross it out?" I asked.

"Its boring."

"The why'd you write it down if you didn't like it?"

"felt right. Maybe its my mum's name." He whispered before taking a bite of his grilled cheese.

"Maybe." I hummed, "Were you sick again today?"

He shook his head, finishing off one half of his sandwich, "No but Calum was."

I nodded. I had a Skype meeting once again today and wasn't able to wake up with the hybrid in my arms like usual.

"They opened up that new park today. We could go walk around. Maybe you'll hear a nice name you like." I offered.

Shaking his head, he wiped his greasy fingers on his pajama bottoms. I frowned. Lately its been harder and harder to get the boy to do something. He just sat somewhere and stared off into space.

Yesterday he was throwing up all day and today he was being spacy again.

"How about Galaxy?"

"What about it?" He mumbled.

"A name baby. Galaxy Hemmings." He shook his head so I tried again,"Starr? Sun?"

"Those are too weird."

"You know some people have those names." I joke, poking his knees.

"Max-ah-lawn." He pronounced.

"Max-lawn?"

"No, max-ah-lawn. M-a-x-l-e-o-n."

"Maxleon Hemmings."

"No." Michael sighed, "Its better when you don't have a last name."

"So its not going to have a last name?" I demanded.

"No I mean..im Michael. No last name. Its easier because then it sounds like it could go with anything. Hemmings, um Hood, Irwin. Whatever." He shrugged, "Luke Hemmings just flows. I bet your mom didn't worry about how it would sound. She's popped you out, eh looks like a Luke."

I shook my head, running my hands over my face to hide my laughter.

"I think you need a nice nap."

"do not. Its only 11." He huffed.

"Little kittys will need energy." I smiled.

He pouted but held his arms out for me to carry him. Standing up, I dusted my jeans off before carefully picking him up. I carried him to his bed, setting him down before grabbing all his blankets and stuffed animal.

I received a small smile from the hybrid as I tucked the blanket under his bum and back.

"Please....please stay.." He whimpered.

"I would never leave you." I promised.

I pulled off my jeans before climbing beside him. I laid down right beside him, making sure he was warm.

Clutching Daniel, Michael closed his eyes and let his tail wrap around my wrist. Smiling fondly, I slowly rose the hem of his shirt up. I leaned down and brought my lips down on his soft tummy.

You couldn't tell there was a little hybrid living in there, but we knew. I ran my hands over his tummy.

"You're going to be so happy out here bubba. Even when you're upset, I'll try my hardest to make you smile. Until you get here, I'll pour all my energy into your dad." I kissed Michael's stomach again before moving and pulling the younger male against me.

Tears streamed down his cheeks as he smiled in his own half-asleep way.

"My puzzle piece."