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Heather smiled, curling up into Hector. He pulled the blanket up around her, settling into his spot on the couch and letting her relax against his chest. Heather was sitting in his lap, her entire weight rested on him. He wrapped his arms around her and stroked her arm lazily as they watched a movie.
A cheap bottle of sparkling juice sat on the table in front of them, a little more than half empty. Hector would have preferred wine, but didn’t want Heather to feel left out, even if she insisted she didn’t mind.
“You’re warm,” Hector said as she finally found a comfortable spot in his lap.
“You’re just cold,” Heather responded, pulling the blanket tighter around her. She blinked sleepily.
Hector began to play with her hair, using his other hand to hold hers under the blanket. Heather seemed to relax even more into him, moving her head slightly.
Hector smiled as he watched her. Heather was paying most of her attention to the movie, but Hector just looked at her, smiling softly.
“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” Heather said, burying her face into his neck and giggling. Hector wrapped his arms fully around her, hugging her closer.
“If a picture’s worth a thousand words, I wonder how much a moment with the prettiest girl in the world is worth," Hector said, a cheesy smile on his face.
“Oh my god, you fucking sap,” Heather shoved him slightly, but didn’t put much effort into it or move much.
“I can’t help it when you’re so adorable.” He used one hand to stroke her hair, moving through her curls until he was basically giving her a head massage.
Heather settled back against him, this time with her face hidden in the crook of his neck and her back to the movie. This was better, she decided. She liked this. It was nice.
“You spoil me,” she said.
“You deserve to be spoiled.” Hector kissed the top of her head.
“Damn right,” Heather mumbled. Hector laughed.
Heather hummed as Hector massaged her head. She closed her eyes, feeling safe tucked away in his silky arms. She tuned out the sound of the movie, instead focusing on Hector's breathing and the feelings of his hand in her hair.
This is what she had been missing, she realized. Call it soft, or cheesy, but this was perfect to her. She was happy . And that was what mattered, right?
Heather started to tear up. She sniffled.
“You okay?” Hector asked, moving his hand from her hair to rub her back.
She sniffed, trying to pull herself together. She blinked a few times to get rid of the tears.
“Y-yeah, just dumb hormones.” She let out a small, quiet whimper against her own will.
“You sure?” Hector asked, tightening his hug on her.
“Yeah, I’m sure. I swear, they’re happy tears.” She moved her head so that he could see the small smile on her face. He leaned down and kissed her forehead, then her cheeks and her nose.
“Good.”
Heather returned to her position, hiding her face. She felt more secure like this. She closed her eyes, finding sleep whether she wanted it or not. Stupid baby, always making her exhausted. At least she got to cuddle Hector.
Minutes after Heather had fallen asleep, Hector realized that he was trapped. Heather was completely in his lap, and moving in any capacity was a surefire way to wake her up. And he hated to disturb Heather while she was sleeping.
So an hour after the movie had ended, he was still sitting on the couch in the dark living room, holding Heather as she napped. Rebecca was at work and wouldn’t be home for a few more hours, so he really had no way out. He couldn’t even reach the bottle on the table.
Heather shifted slightly, mumbling something incoherent in his sleep. His heart melted, she was so cute.
Hector rested his head on top of hers. She nuzzled into him further.
He kissed the top of her head and squeezed her hand. He smiled.
“I love you, Kitty Cat.”