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I winced and nodded. “Anything special I need to do?”

He shook his head. “I’ve prescribed him some antibiotics, but other than that, keep the wound clean. That’s really all you can do for now.”

“Thank you. Can I see him?”

“Right away.”

I turned around and waved to FNG that I was going back. Then I stuck my tongue out at Isla just because I could. Hopefully, Bradley wouldn’t divorce me by the end of the day. I’d never live this moment down.

14

KAVANAUGH

Pain unlike anythingI’d ever felt before tore the lower half of my body in two. Who’d have thought that a cat could be such a vicious creature? I mean, the little devil had climbed up my leg yesterday, but that had been nothing compared to this.

I laid in bed, staring up at the bright light of the curtained-off room, praying no one at work heard of this horrible incident. The doc said I would be fine, that I’d recover in no time, but hell…this was almost as bad as the time I nearly killed myself on Isla’s roof. Or when I had to share the backseat with the mummy.

There was one thing for sure. When I got home, there would be no more kittens, no more pets of any kind. I was through with anything that could attack me in my sleep. Hell, my cock was not a plaything, and as the man of the house, I was putting my foot down.

The door opened and my little vixen of a wife peeked her head in. “Is it safe to enter?”

“Why wouldn’t it be?”

“Um…because my cat mauled you?” She winced as she stepped inside, her eyes darting to the middle of my body. “Does it hurt?”

“Nah,” I said, trying to make her feel better. After all, it wasn’t like she had tried to get me attacked by a cat. It was bad luck. Bad luckand the worst possible moment for my cock to get hard and act as a toy. It was really my own fault for dreaming about my wife touching me.

I was making every excuse possible as she walked closer, tears brimming her eyes. She looked truly devastated, and I really hoped that was for me and not the cat.

“I’m so, so sorry,” she whispered. “I know you must be in pain and I’m so sorry that kitten attacked you.”

“Hey, I’ll survive,” I said, trying to sound tough.

“Please….please don’t kill the kitten. I know he hurt you, but he just thought he was playing.”

With my cock, I wanted to yell at her, but the tears in her eyes were my undoing. I couldn’t be mad at her, not when I knew she feared for the life of the little fur ball, though I really wished she was that upset over me. Wasn’t that the way this was supposed to go? She was supposed to care about me, but instead, she was in tears over this…thing!

“It’s fine,” I sighed. “I mean, it’s not fine, but I’ll get over it.” Right after I kicked the damn thing out of the house.

She practically threw her body on top of mine, squeezing me tight as she cried into my chest. Fuck, now I really couldn’t be mad at her. The woman was crying over a kitten that might be put to death. It was insane.

And so fucking adorable.

I found myself consoling her instead of demanding that she take the rat outside and have him banished. Her tears soaked through my scratchy hospital gown that I was desperate to get out of. It was on the tip of my tongue to demand that she remove the vile creatures before I got home, but when she looked up at me, I got lost in those green eyes and forgot what I was going to say.

“I promise you, I’ll make sure nothing like this ever happens again. I can… I can have them declawed,” she choked out.

She sounded like that was more painful than kicking them out of the house. “I could live with that,” I found myself saying.

“I mean, it’s really very cruel. Even done at such a young age, it’sbasically like if we cut off your fingers at the knuckle. But people still do it.”

“Well, if they’re going to stay, we’ll have to go through with it. I can’t risk my balls a second time.”

She nodded, wiping her nose on her arm. “I get it. And they’ll be fine. I mean, the recovery time is a few weeks. It’ll be very painful, but it’s a small price to pay.”

I rolled my eyes. I would not be cowed by this woman. “Good.”

“I mean, aside from the astronomical cost, the mental anguish is what I truly worry about. It can cause lameness and psychological problems. Sometimes, the claws can even grow back.”

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