Day 6: Warmth
He decides the downy fluff is his second favorite thing to run his fingers though. The purring ball on his chest opens and closes her eyes slowly. She readjusts and tucks her legs under her. Jellal smiles. He can still feel her ribs along the sides of her body but supposes weight will come in time.
The still aggressively purring kitten suddenly stretches and hooks her razor sharp claws in the shoulder seam of his shirt. He cringes a little and Erza laughs.
"She's not all fluff, you know," she teases.
"She'll learn to control her sharp bits eventually."
"Have you thought of a name yet?" Erza joins him on the couch and settles under his free arm. "We can't call her New Cat forever."
Jellal traces the shape of the spots on her back. "How about Turtle? Her fur looks like a shell pattern."
Erza laughs and kisses his shoulder. "She's yours to name as you please but I think I'll insist on having a say in baby names."
"Is that something we'll need to think about in the coming months?" he asks absently. He doesn't want her to know he's thought of that, as well.
"No, not yet." She sighs and touches the delicate point of Turtle's ear. Erza brings her knees against her chest and cants her body toward him further. Jellal smiles and turns to place a kiss on the crown of her head. His heart is filled with a warmth that has nothing to do with the rumbling ball of fur on his chest.