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A soft snoring alerted Chat to Marinette’s state, producing a fond smile.
“Goodnight, Mari,” he whispered, easing from under her.
Her arms tightened around him. Her sleep-roughened voice murmured, “Please don’t leave me.”
“It’s late,” he argued, half-hearted at best.
She didn’t loosen her grip. Her head shifted so she nestled deeper into his shoulder, her ear pressing against his heart. “You’re my pillow. You can’t leave.”
Laughter poured out of him. “What happened to your cat pillow?”
He glanced behind him to the massive cat-shaped pillow missing. His brows drew together, wondering when she’d moved it. He could’ve sworn it’d been there a few days ago.
“A little god of destruction lived up to his namesake.” She shifted again, her body moving closer still to his warmth. “So, you can’t go. I need you.”
“Why would Plagg destroy your pillow, Mari? He’s more into stinky socks than pillows.”
A yawn fell passed her lips, her hand covering her mouth. She looked beyond adorable and his resolve continued to dissolve.
“Not Plagg Sr. but Plagg Jr.” Her hand gestured toward the lower part of her room. “I’m not sure how he got up here, but the pillow didn’t survive his terror. He’s your kitten.”
“Oh, so he’s mine when he gets in trouble, huh?” He smiled into her peeking eyes. “I’ll replace your pillow, sweet princess. After all, you need your sleep.”
“Not tonight,” she whispered, her voice trailing off as sleep worked to reclaim her.
His smile grew fond, watching her drift back to sleep. Her head remained firm in its place over his heart. Running clawed fingers through her hair, he took care not to scratch as he moved it from her face. Goodness, she was beyond adorable no matter the time of day, awake or asleep, he thought.
“No, not tonight.” Pulling her closer, he settled against her mattress and closed his eyes. “Or ever if that’s what you desire.”
Silence descended.
He began to doze.
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Unknown to either of them, the little kitten climbed from the chaise lounge. Using his sharp claws and uncanny jumping ability, he made his way toward Marinette’s desk, mewling.
“Hey, Junior, wanna cuddle, too?” Tikki asked, scooting over for the kitten. She stifled her giggles as the kitten crowded toward her. “Don’t worry. I’m used to it. Plagg Sr. likes to cuddle even more than you do.”
The kitten mewed in answer.
A tiny giggle escaped. “Good night, little Plagg.”
Pressing a tiny kiss to his head, she settled next to the kitten, smiling as he began to purr.
Another purr soon began above them, echoing through the room.
Marinette and Tikki had never slept so well as they did with their new cat pillows.