the next morning you wake up groggily as the alarm blares, interrupting you from your deep sleep. you groan but proceed to get up from your bed anyway, going to the kitchen to feed your chimmy. you call for his name when his food bowl is filled but he didn't come. maybe he's still sleeping, you thought as you shrug, thinking of going to bed again.
as you hurry back to your room, a faint cry reaches your ears. you stop abruptly and grab the nearest thing next to you, an umbrella, to protect yourself from the possible dangers coming ahead.
the noise is coming from the bathroom. you lean in to get a better listen of the person and have your umbrella ready for defence. in a split second, you bust the door open and held your umbrella high.
"w-whoever you are, you better get out or i'll h-hit you!"
and the crying becomes louder.
your hands become shakier than before, ready to throw hands but no attacks ever came. you slowly take a peek of your surroundings, and that's when your heart dropped, both out of shock and pity. there was a fragile man, sitting on the ground with your towel draped around his trembling body. his eyes, puffy red from the continuous cries.
"y/n?" the man stutters, not daring to move out of his position in case he might break.
you notice those eyes.. they're dark brown and boxy and..
"c-chimmy?"
..and they light up at his name.
it took you no time to scurry to the boy and embrace him with all you have. he sobs lightly into your arms and you have the desire to comfort him and tell him that everything's going to be okay. but how can you tell him that when you don't even know it yourself? and there was still a possibility that he isn't your little baby, he could be a random stranger that was out to get you. you don't believe in fairy tales anymore, but why does it felt so real?
in the middle of it all, you pinch your skin hard. and it hurts.
but then his brown eyes met yours again, pouting as you do and you sincerely think that all of this is real. that your cat is right there with you, not as a cat, but as a human. and all of this is possible because..? you don't know yet, but all you want to do right now is to stop your little baby from crying because seeing him stings your heart as well and you never want to see your chimmy cry again, ever.
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"you better, love?", you ask quietly as you run your hand through his soft silver locks. he nods hesitantly, still unaccustomed to his human size and frame. and so are you, but you're gonna treat him the same because he's still chimmy, right?
"can you tell me what happened? from the very beginning?" you avert your attention to his big doey eyes. everytime you see them, the tension in your blood resides when you think of the situation you're in. he keeps you calm.
he nods again. "chimmy say wakey wakey, y/n, wakey and get me food! b-but y/n didn't wake up and w-when chimmy kisses, y-you g-get me on the f-floor."
he sniffs, remembering the heartbreaking moment he had with you. he was almost crying again and you did what you had to do, apologise to the guy and hug him until he feels safe to talk again.
"chimmy's upset.. and then chimmy goes to bathroom because bored a-and chimmy s-saw.. someone but not chimmy.. b-but he d-does what chimmy does.. impossible.."
he nuzzles his face to your body and wraps his arms around you, feeling warmth radiate all over him. he's still his old clingy self, even as a human. don't worry though, he's dressed already with the biggest clothes you could possibly find.
"y/n?"
"yeah?"
"w-will chimmy stay human forever?"
"forever's a really long time, chim, you know that? and unfortunately, i can't answer that right now. i don't know either."
"o-okay." he pouts. he looks so adorable with his plump lips that you just wanna squish his face, but that's not appropriate for the situation at the moment.
"but will chimmy s-still be with y/n?"
you place you hand in his for reassurance, making him crack a grin. he's beautiful when he smiles.
"of course, love. why wouldn't i be?"
his cheeks go red, maybe due to the fact that nothing will change even though his form changes. nothing will ever come between you two. it's always been you and him and it will stay that way.
and it stays the way it is. you make him breakfast for the both of you. he says he's always wanted to try the food you eat and now that he gets to, he's ecstatic. human food tastes sooooo much better than my food, he voices out loud and you laugh, suggesting for a second round and he immediately obliges.
sadly, you have to get to work and leave him alone. but you trust him not to do anything stupid just as he is when he's a cat. you know he mostly sleeps a lot or plays with his toy while waiting for you, so you don't worry. you kiss his forehead and head out the door.
at work your mind is filled with anything but work. so many 'what if's pop into your mind as you do your work, not being able to focus on finishing them. the one thing you wanted was to go home and spend more time with your chimmy, but it won't happen until five pm. you sigh as you drink a pill to calm your headache and head back to your seat.
at exactly five pm, you rush out the door without a care in the world. in your mind was only chimmy, chimmy, chimmy. you stumble your steps as they carry you to your home and thank god that you didn't cause any trouble from the numerous encounters you had with strangers.
when you got home, you open the door to reveal your little baby laying cross-legged on the couch, watching a cartoon show as he stuffs microwaved popcorn into his pouty mouth. how he learned them, you don't exactly know but that's not the point. the point is, he's safe and he's home.
"y/n? you're back!" he sets his bowl to the empty spot next to him (thankfully, not messing up your sofa) and scurries to embrace you in a tight hug. he jumps a lot when he runs, the first thing you notice about him as a human.
"i'm here," you whisper softly as you mess up his already messy hair.
you two spent the night eating dinner together and it feels.. nice, being with someone else that is not your family or your little amount of friends. not that you have anything against them, but just.. someone new. you miss the feeling of talking to someone since the shy part of you always overcomes you.
but you're never shy around chimmy, you tell him everything and he listens. just like right now when he asks about your boring day. you tell him with a monotone but he listens. he listens.
"and what about you, love? what did you do all day?"
"waiting for y-you," he adorably answers, stuffing more and more food into his mouth. remind me to buy more groceries next time, this time for two, you thought.
"i was waiting to come home to you too, chimmy." you smile.
"really?" his alluring ebony eyes lit up at your words, making you chuckle.
"yea, really, babe."
that night, he sleeps on the spot beside you. see? nothing is changing. it's fine. everything's fine. you worry too much, a thing you shouldn't do because there's nothing to worry about. you raise the duvet to keep you and your chimmy warm.
"chimmy loves y/n," he says softly with his eyes closed, cheeks puffed and slow breathing and you coo because of how adorable he is??
"i love you, chimmy."
it was quiet for a while, his breathing filling the room before he speaks again.
"y/n?"
"yeah, baby?"
"chimmy c-can never.. tell you this w-when chimmy was.. c-cat..," he starts, eyes droopy and trying so hard to from sentences, "b-but chimmy loves it when y/n calls me baby."
before you can even process his words and reply him, little snores were heard from the other side of the bed.
he loves it when you call him baby..