Alfred~POV

My sweet Canadian never ceased to surprise me with his cooking skills. Nor did I with how much of his amazing cooking I could eat. Another platter of poutine was placed in front of me, and had soon disappeared.

"Hey! Save a little for me! Alfred! ArrĂȘt! Get away from there!" Matthew exclaimed as I had devoured the plateful in front of me and snuck over to his plate for a little bite.

"Sorry Matthew..." I hung my head in my shame. I overly enjoyed my love's cooking yet often forgot he needed to eat as well.

"C'est Correct." Matthew smiled at me a little. I loved his smile. The gorgeous twinkle of innocence sparkling in his soul. Truly a beautiful thing.

I watched my lover sit at the table and enjoy his meal while I munched on a couple kiwis. He had his stuffed bear seated in his lap as per usual. Although if I wasn't staring at Matthew I may not have noticed the bear twitch. It squirmed in Matthews lap and Matthews eyes widened as he felt the jostling. He anchored his head down only to see the bear turning to wrap his arms around my darlings waist.

"Kumajirou! I knew you were real!" My love giggled and smiled as he dropped his fork and cuddled the bear. The bear only putting up a little fuss when Matthew cuddled him too tight. Poor bear... I knew that feeling of death approaching via hugs all too well. It was still surprising seeing the bear move. I had only seen it at night when the teddy moved around to cuddle Matthew more. It was adorable. The bear would nudge me and cuddle closer to Matthew. "I love you sooo much Kumajirou!" Matthew squealed to the now living teddy. I had joined in on the 'bear hugs' and that's when the start of raising our own polar bear came into our life. Although after a while Kumajirou reverted back to his normal size and take his teddy form. And that's where the cycle of this started.

Hope you enjoyed the cuteness. Remember; magic is real!