Page 76 of Oblivious Roommate

It’s definitely a boy.

“Well, too late now, it’s here. What are you gonna do about it, cat daddy?”

He bites his lip. “We’ll have a vet check if he’s chipped.”

I stare at him. “If he’s not, what does the rental agreement on the apartment say about pets?”

Cassian’s eyes narrow. “Nobody’s gonna know, regardless of what it says.”

I like when he’s a bad boy.

“Where’s the food? I just gave birth, so I can’t fetch it myself.” I lower my hand to the cat’s back, but he doesn’t flinch, and lets me pet him, stretching out his front legs as he rests his little head on my leg. I beam at Cass. “Oh, my God. Do you see this?”

His eyes shine with something I can only describe as joy. “You better come up with a name if you want to keep this baby,” he says and disappears in the cabin.

I stare into the cat’s eyes. “Did you hear that? He wants to take you away. But I will never give up my child. Especially not one as cute as you.” I stroke it under the chin.

“I would never,” Cass shouts, but I’m too busy watching the green eyes close in pleasure to answer. Moments later, the father of my child joins me with two massive pieces of French toast for us. He places the food on a chair and drags another one out to sit in.

“That looks amazing, thank you!” But with the cat in my lap, he’s the one who has to lean in for a kiss. “We could call him Lion, cause I thought he was a mountain lion.”

“There are no ginger lions,” Cass complains and cuts his toast into tiny pieces. “What about Spark?”

I bite into a piece of buttery goodness covered in cinnamon sugar. “Sounds good to me! But can his second name be Lion?”

“Is he taking your last name or mine? You know, since he’s born out of wedlock,” Cassian asks, squeezing my hand.

“Let’s do yours, cause it’s hot and Italian. Lastra,” I roll it on my tongue and wiggle my eyebrows at him, but then have another massive bite.

“Marshall isn’t too shabby either,” Cass says with his mouth full. “How about we go all out? Spark Lion Marshall-Lastra?”

The cat yawns.

“I think he likes it.”

As if to show us that he doesn’t, Spark jumps off my lap to stretch on the porch. Well, too bad, cause he doesn’t get a vote.

I take his action as my cue though and sit in Cassian’s lap.

“Would you like to come visit my family for Christmas?” I ask and wrap one arm around his neck for balance.

I already told him Mom knows, but surprise still passes over his features. “Yes. Will you visit mine?” he asks and tightens his arms around my waist.

I nod with a widening smile and give him a sweet, cinnamon-flavored kiss.

Invigorated and so happy my heart could burst, I get off his lap and drop the blankets so that I’m left naked. I regret it a bit once the cold touches my skin, but the adrenaline is pumping in my veins keeps me from freezing.

“Race you to the lake!”

He blinks at me and quickly pulls off his T-shirt, but he’s still wearing his pants and shoes. “Not fair!”

“Life’s not fair!” I yell, running bare foot over the grass stretching toward the lake.

Moments later, I can hear his footsteps pounding behind me, but as much as I want to see him naked, the need to win is more important. A sharp rock digs into my foot as I dash over wet grass, but my goal, the forest-surrounded lake, is too close for me to care about such minor problems. I shriek when my foot hits the liquid ice and splashes it all over me, but what counts is that I won, so I turn around and face him with a proud smile.

He’s right behind me, running in his naked glory. It’s too late to save myself when I spot the wicked glint in his eye, it’s too late.

Cassian tackles me into the water and I screech, not sure if I’m terrified or overjoyed.