𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐂𝐊 !

I

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" Good morning, or should I say good afternoon, sleeping beauty."

Newt blinks and realizes his bed and pillow have been replaced by the couch and a certain somebody's lap.

"Why are we out here?" He groggily mumbles to Thomas, his boyfriend and apparently, make-shift pillow.

"You fell asleep while we were watching the movie last night." Thomas explains. He sounds way too cheery for this early in the morning until Newt remembers it's, in fact, not early in the morning.

"You couldn't move me to bed?" He asks through a yawn and one of those amazing morning, or afternoon, in this case, stretches that actually shake your entire body.

"I didn't think you wanted to end up on the living room floor again."

True story.

When they first moved in together, which wasn't all that long ago, Thomas's clumsiness had unfortunately been showcased when he tried to transfer a sleeping Newt from the couch to bed.

Newt closes his eyes and smiles a little at the memory.

He feels a gentle hand beginning to stroke his hair. Between that and the familiar scent of Thomas, a fresh citrus type of aroma, Newt feels so relaxed, he might just fall back asleep in the next minute.

"I hope you slept well," Thomas breaks the peace after a moment. "You seemed like you were having a... fun dream."

"Excuse me?!" Suddenly completely awake and alert, Newt fully sits up.

He's met with the beautiful, laughing face of Thomas. Teasing in all, there really isn't a better thing to wake up to.

"Dickhead." Newt goes to playfully smack him but then he sees something.

Impossible.

"Tommy?"

"Yes?"

"What the fuck is that?"

"Have you ever seen a cat before?"

There's a little black kitten sitting on the other side of Thomas.

A kitten. Just sitting there.

"Let me rephrase that." Newt can only shake his head in what's nothing but absolute disbelief. "Where the fuck did that come from?"

"From the shelter." As if on cue, the animal in question climbs onto Thomas. "Look, I already established love, at first sight, existed when I met you."

"And when I saw this little guy..."

"Jesus Christ." Newt actually laughs at the hilarity at the situation now as it sinks in. "You actually went out and adopted a cat."

"I didn't exactly plan to." Thomas sighs. "I was out running errands while you were asleep and I got a little sidetracked..."

He goes into the expected 'I fucked up' demeanor: picking at his cuticles and avoiding eye contact.

It's endearing per usual and it makes it hard to be mad.