"Lena," Jake kissed me, then my stomach, " I love you so much." Jake held me close, cooing. "What do you think our baby will be?"
"I'll love it either way, so it doesn't matter. We do, however, need to know what color to paint the room," I replied.
"Purple."
"Purple?"
"Purple. If it's a boy or a girl, purple will be perfect," Jake kissed me again.
"What did you do?" I asked him accusingly.
He looked down, caught like a child with their hand in the cookie jar.
"I may or....nxsjnsdi"
"What?"
"I may or may not dcnijdnvi."
"What?"
"I may or may not have eaten your Japanese food."
"NEKA!"
"S'up?" She came striding in.
"Jake ate my Japanese food." I told her. Her ears flattened.
"Oh, Jake. Why? Well, it's been nice knowing you." Neka grinned maliciously.
Jake gulped visibly. "Lena, baby, sweetheart..."
~*~*~
"Lena! Please! I'm sorry!"
I watched laughing as Jake was being attacked by the plants in my garden. Poison ivy, poison oak, ghost peppers spraying his eyes. Not to mention the animals. Ah. Well, he learned his lesson. Never eat MY Japanese food.
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A Neko Romace
FantasyDogs hate cats. Cats hate dogs. There is a fine line between love and hate. Werewolves love nekos. Nekos love werewolves --- just so long as the werewolf doesn't touch their Japanese food.
