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It’d been a long day for Sweetheart. It seemed that those were piling up in bulk lately. As they drove home from their office, they could feel the weight of the day slowly crushing them down. By the time they pulled into their driveway, they almost didn’t even want to go in. Not because they didn’t want to see Milo, or because they didn’t want to be home, but the prospect of getting up and walking seemed like too much. It all seemed so exhausting.
But they decided to buck up and go inside anyway. At least inside, they would be able to lay down and knock out for a couple of hours before having to do it all over again. When they opened the door, they were promptly greeted by Milo’s cat, Aggro. He seemed more agitated than normal, which immediately began setting off alarm bells in sweetheart’s head. Where was Milo? Was he hurt? Was Aggro just hungry or something? All these questions bounced around their head as they took off their shoes.
“Milo? Baby you home?” they called out. No answer greeted them though. They turned around to hang up their coat, when a shuffling noise sounded off behind them, followed by Aggro hissing insesitanly. Sweetheart turned around quickly to see a giant wolf standing in front of them in the living room. They gave the thing a rather confused look before realizing that it was in fact, Milo. ‘ What the hell is he doing shifted like that for?’ they thought to themself.
Milo slowly walked up to them and brushed his head up against their thigh. Sweetheart laughed quietly to themself before bringing a hand down to run through Milo’s fur. They’d forgotten just how soft he was. He abruptly moved away from them and padded his way into the kitchen before coming back out with a note.
Sweetheart couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of the whole situation. The note read ‘I’m gunna be shifted for a little while. I’m trying to get used to it for longer’. Sweetheart hummed to themself while nodding, trying to show they understood. However, they were still extremely exhausted, and so they made their way to the bedroom. Milo followed in suit, wagging his tail all the while. Sometimes he was more like a giant lap dog rather than a fearsome wolf shifter.
He jumped onto the bed and waited patiently for his mate to join him. They smiled and rubbed his head and ruffled his fur before making their way to the closet. They pulled out one of his old hoodies and a pair of sweatpants and threw them on quickly. They believed that if they had to stay in their work clothes for a second longer, that they may very well suffocate. Milo let out a quiet woof, signaling to his partner that they were taking far too long to hop into bed.
Once Sweetheart was done, they crawled their way into bed and wrapped their arms tightly around the shifter. They pet him absentmindedly while telling him all about their day and all of the bullshit that DUMP was putting them through. Even though Milo couldn’t technically respond while in his current state, he would occasionally let out little whines and such, which would cause his mate to laugh.
Soon though, their sleepiness began to wash over them and take over their mind. They mumbled a final ‘
I love you’
before promptly falling asleep cuddled up to Milo. The two stayed like that for the rest of the night. Just basking in each other’s presence and warmth. At some point in the night, Milo shifted back and grabbed onto his mate even tighter, holding them close to his chest. Long days were hard, especially now that there were so many of them. But the two could always count on each other to make the nights soft and warm and safe.