Page 68 of Hell's Kitten

Since our hiccup near the start of the relationship, I try my best to always go out of my way to show him how treasured he is and how proud I am that he’s mine. He has a collection of collars now ranging from simple chokers to ones with proper leather straps. The only time he doesn’t wear them is when he’s training, performing, or competing, as it could be dangerous. Instead, he’s got a sheet of temporary tattoos in the shape of paws, and he puts one on if there’s an audience. That way, we both knowthat he’s telling people he’s someone’s kitten, even if nobody else knows it.

A familiar face pops out from behind the curtain, scanning the crowd. My heart leaps, and I thrust my arm into the air to wave. As soon as he sees me, his face breaks into a breathtaking smile, and I’m sure I grin like a lunatic. He gives me a little wave back and blows a kiss before disappearing again, no doubt to get his head in the game.

I keep waiting for the day when I’m not dazed by just the mere sight of him, but it certainly hasn’t come yet.

The announcer’s magnified voice comes over the sound system once more. “On deck, please welcome…the Paddle! Creek! Kittens!”

I bellow my lungs out as the team runs and flips their way onto the mat, waving at the crowd as they take their place. They all look down with their arms by their sides, waiting for the chaotic, fast-paced music to start.

Just before it does, I see Jessie glance up and catch my eye, giving me a wink, letting me know that he might be up there with the team, but he’ll be performing just for me.

My baby boy. The best kitten a Daddy could ever ask for, even if he fell into my lap by accident.

They say that cats have nine lives. I hope Daddies do as well.

Because I plan on spending every single one of them with Jessie.

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