Mike's POV

"Meow." I heard. I was confused at where it came from. I looked down at Jeremy and saw him asleep... and clawing at the air like a cat. I chuckled as I watched him "play with a string".

"Meow." he said again. I grinned as I got an idea.

"Woof." I said. He hissed in his sleep and clawed at the air faster. I held in my laugh as he started to calm from it. I gently nudged his shoulder. He jerked up and fell off the couch.

"Ow..."

"You okay, Jere?" I asked. He nodded and stood up.

"What time is it?"

"10:35 am."

"Oh, okay." He laid back down. I smiled at him and he smiled back. I kissed his fore head and relaxed under his weight again.

"Mike?"

"Hm?"

"I... I love you."

"I love you, too, Jere."

Sorry about the short chapter!

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