Requested by XxUntitledxX
(This prompt is gold)
"I almost died!" "Death by a hamster, I would pay to see that,"
[Reader's POV]
I unlock the door and walk into my friends house. She asked me to watch her hamster while she leaves for vacation.
"Ma amour, when do we see it?" An impatient Frenchman walks in behind me and closes the door.
I was allowed to bring my boyfriend Lafayette along.
"Relax, Laf. He's right over here," I walk over to the glass tank with the little brown hamster in it.
"It's so cute!" His eyes widen and he moves his face inches from the tank, kneeling on the floor to be at eye level.
"You're scaring the poor thing!" I laugh and he sits up.
"I think my face is tres belle," He sits up.
"I think your face is tres belle, too," I kiss him and kneel next to him. He wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me close to him.
"When can we hold him?" He whispers in his ever so adorable French accent.
"Right now, I suppose," I stand up and pop the top off the glass aquarium. The hamster stirs a little bit. I look over and Laf beams with excitement, making me laugh.
I pick up the hamster and immediately notice how cold its little feet are. It's very soft, too.
"May I?" Laf holds his hands out in a cup shape, and I carefully place the hamster in his palms. He smiles from ear to ear and pets its head with his thumb.
I hear my stomach growl, and I remember how hungry I am from skipping breakfast.
"Ma amour!" He laughs. I join him and cover my face in pretend embarrassment.
"I think I'm gonna go and grab some takeout for lunch. Sound good?" I ask, grabbing my keys.
"What do I do with this one?" He holds up the squirmy hamster.
"Play with it," I suggest.
"What if I hurt it?" He suddenly looks nervous.
"You won't hurt it," I reassure him, "I promise,"
"Ok," He looks back at the hamster and sighs, "I'm in charge,"
"Ok, Laf, I'll be back in a little bit," I kiss him, "Be careful,"
"Je'taime," He smiles.
"Je'taime aussi," I close the door behind me and head to the take out spot to get his favorite wings.
The problem is that it's gonna take me an hour to get back.
An hour later, I open the front door and hold up the wings.
"Laf?" I look around. He usually greets me right away. Maybe he's still playing with the hamster.
I walk into the room with the hamster and see the hamster back in its tank, with the lid closed and stacked with some books. If the hamster is in here then where's-
"Mom amour?" I hear a faint French voice whisper from across the room. I turn to see Laf shivering on the opposite side of the room.
"Laf what happened?" I sit next to him, holding him tightly.
"The hamster," He mumbles and holds up his finger, with a small prick on it.
"It nipped your finger?" I smile at how adorable he is, being scared of a hamster.
"I almost died!" His voice returns to normal.
"Death by a hamster, I would pay to see that," I joke.
"It isn't funny!" He whines.
"Would you like me to get you a rag?" I offer. He nods.
I walk to the bathroom and wet a small rag and pick up a band aid.
After aiding his "wound," we leave the hamster alone and enjoy our wings together.
