Angel
So I have been so bored with writing lately so I thought I'd jumpstart my brain with something completely different from my Ross fics. A Matty fic... I know, I can't believe it either
“Matty, you cannot keep doing this” I dropped the shopping bags on the concrete floor at the sight of the curly haired man, sprawled out across our living room floor, surrounded by toys in various shapes, sizes and colours obviously indented for the small kitten sleeping in-between his legs.
He looked right back up at me with a shocked expression, half surprised that I was home and half aghast that he was caught.
“Hi my love” he grinned from ear to ear, eyes crinkling and a few stray curls falling into his face. I rolled my eyes at his attempt to use flattery to get away with his idiotic plan of bringing in yet another animal into our home that he shouldn’t.
“Matty, you don’t think we have enough? You can barely take care of the ones you’ve got!” I scolded him, mostly for not talking about it with me first but also because I knew I’d end up taking care of most of them.
“But look at him…or her, or him” he lifted the sleeping kitten into the air, tilting his head to check the gender of the cat he had brought home “I don’t fucking know. Look at it, isn’t it cute?” he stretched his arm out, still holding the kitten, to show it to me. As if he was a child and the animal was his new toy.
“The cutest but Matty…” I started but he interrupted me before I could continue.
“I know but it was different with the dogs. I was touring full time. We have had the other cats for years now, haven’t we?” he gestured around our home as if the cats were sitting around him, which they weren’t.
“And are you going to take care of them, for real? Because I have a life too you know, I can’t keep caring for your animals” I was tired and it was starting to show, my tone was getting more defensive and I was growing tired of the fact that he always seemed to be incredibly selfish.
I saw his grin slowly fade and his heart drop as he put the kitten back into his lap.
“I know you’re tired my love but can we talk about this?” he sounded desperate to solve it instead of fighting about it.
I had decided from the moment that I saw the kitten that I would stay firm to the point and not give in but watching him become so sad about the realisation that I wasn’t as excited and happy about the kitten soon made me change my mind. How was I ever supposed to tell him no when he looked like that? Dressed in nothing but a pair of sweatpants and the tiny kitten clutched to his chest.
“Okay baby I am sorry” I gave him an earnest smile as I kicked my shoes off and settled on the sofa, looking down at my husband cuddling the cat. “Tell me about your new friend” I smiled at him, encouraging him. I knew that most days that was the only way to deal with him.
“I named it angel, I think she’s a girl but ‘m not sure. Taking her to the vet tomorrow. She’s about 10 weeks old” he started, holding on to the kitten tightly while getting off the floor and making his way over to where I’m sat on the sofa. Quietly sitting down next to me, resting his head on my shoulder and putting his one hand on my leg while the other holds Angel.
“I was walking into the shop to buy some cat food, you know for the others” he looked up at me with his sweet brown eyes “and there she was, I couldn’t help it. She called out to me.”
I giggled at the thought of Matty instantly falling to his knees at the sight of the small cat.
“I’m sorry baby I know I bring them home too easily but…” he rubbed his cheek against my shoulder, emitting a low hum before continuing.
“But what my darling?” I dragged my fingers through his thick head of hair, causing him to moan softly.
“But she’s not really for me” his smile grew bigger as he thought of who the kitten was really for. I hummed, suspecting what his plan was.
“Then who is she for?” I smirked, knowing the answer. He giggled for a second before placing the small kitten on my swollen belly. At 31 weeks it was starting to become so large that I could no longer see my feet or stand comfortably, or sit for that matter.
“For MY angel” his wide grin was once again coming back, incredibly proud of the gift he had given our unborn daughter.
“Baby” I cooed at him, stroking his cheek.
“She needs a friend, someone to grow up with. Someone to protect her against he other cats” he defended himself and his choices as if I had questioned them.
“She has you, she will never need someone else to protect her” I stroked my belly, feeling her move around in there.
“Baby girl, do you like your new friend?” he asked, kissing my belly. Directly backing up with a shocked expression. “Don’t kick daddy!” he exclaimed.
I laughed before groaning loudly at him. “Don’t call yourself daddy” I chuckled. He stared at me, furrowed brows before turning back to his daughter.
“Daddy and angel will always protect you and mommy, I promise” he said stroking my belly, cradling it really. I had never seen someone so excited for something as he was for the arrival of our child. My once pessimistic husband had turned into a constant ray of sunshine. He had been nesting for months, starting on the nursery the day I had told him that I was pregnant. Reading every book he could and then buying unnecessary amounts of baby clothes, washing (with the special detergent he had spent weeks researching) and folding them into the dresser he had picked out and put together for her.
He was a changed man, for the better. Always smiling, barely drinking anymore.
“Oh” I sat up in realisation “I have a gift for her too” I announced, walking over to the bags I had brought home pulling out a tiny baby onesie. I walked back over to him, handing it to him.
After unfolding it, it didn’t take long until the sobs started to fill the room and him obsessively saying “thank you” over and over again.
In his hands, a black onesie with The 1975’s self titled album logo on the front.
