log with a princess
Clicking the door ever so quietly closed behind him, Aidan slipped the duplicate key into his pocket again. His first few times slipping in had been with a skeleton key but after making a print in wax one time while Zafer was sleeping, he had a real copy now. He set the paper bag he was carrying down on the desk, walking slowly and with the balls
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Zafer wasn't new to this process though. Back home in Erzurum his grandfather had owned a cat who tended to abandon her litters; he had become a foster mother to more than a few baby kittens. But this was the first time he was doing it without the help of his grandfather and while the helpers he'd recruited were, well, < i >helping< /i > somewhat, it was still exhausting having to get up every two hours to care for Milk.
Add to that, the emotional exhaustion that his conversation over the blogs with Erin had caused and you had one sound asleep Zafer, arms crossed and sitting up in another chair, his head lolling to the side.
As the alarm at his side went off, telling him it was time to get up and feed the kitten, he blinked and stretched as he got up, taking a quick look around to locate Milk and her bottle. Oh! And there she was! Sitting in Aidan's arms of course!
...Wait.
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"Good morning princess! I was wondering which alarm you were using to wake up!" He half-whispered. Milk stayed asleep, cradled in the crook of Aidan's left arm. His sports coat was folded neatly over the back of his chair (Zafer's desk chair).
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Here, Zafer found himself faced with a bit of a decision. He < i >could< /i > explode right here and now, give Aidan the "I really don't appreciate it when you break into my room" talk (but in far fewer words, of course), but his dealings with the taller man had taught him that this would probably achieve nothing.
That and it would wake his baby up.
Instead he stood quite still for a few moments, swallowing his rage before folding his arms. "Hello, Aidan." He said, attempting a calm voice (despite speaking through gritted teeth), before adding: "Why are you in my room?"
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"Because it's comfortable?" He said with a teasing tone. Before Zafer's twitch could get any more permanent, he brought his finger to his lip to signal continued silence. The baby was sleeping. Do not disturb.
"You can still sleep for a little while longer."
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"What do you mean, 'I can sleep for a little while longer'?"
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Kill Aidan or let Milk sleep some more? A difficult choice to make. After weighing on his mental scales for a little while, Zafer relaxed his shoulders slightly. < i >Slightly.< /i >
"I need to feed her still, before I can sleep."
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"Or do you need me to fetch you a pea for your mattress?"
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There was something about this scene (a man leaning back in a chair, stroking a white - well, black and white - cat while antagonising a man in a suit) that seemed oddly familiar to him. It suited Aidan too, he decided, fiddling unconsciously with the buttons on his shirt.
"You fed her for me?"
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"Although really, I'd expected more pink and fluffy pillows for your bed, princess. We need to buy you a new set of sheets!"
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Still though, he was tired. Setting the alarm again, he wandered over to his bed. And then gave Aidan another suspicious look.
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"I promise not to molest you in your sleep princess! I'm a complete gentleman!"
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He considered undressing for bed, but instead decided that it was possibly safer to get into bed fully clothed and pull the sheets up to his chin, pouting.
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"Sleep well, princess!" He half whispered down at Milk while shooting Zafer a smirky grin.
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