A/N: Why are all the Heta!guys in heat for Mattie? Pfft.
"Gil's coming over today, Matilda," Matthew reminded the cat that morning.
Matilda stretched out on the bed and meowed. Matthew pet her and ran his fingers through her soft, fluffy fur.
"He's going to bring Gilbert and Gilbird, too."
Matthew stood up and led Matilda out of the bedroom so he could change and then came back, talking about making breakfast. And since it was a weekend, he was going to stay home.
"You don't think Gil will be mad if I say no, do you, Matilda?"
Matilda looked at the blonde human as they sat on the couch after eating breakfast. "No to what?"
"I hope he doesn't. He should be able to understand." Matthew stroked the underside of Matilda's chin and reached for the remote to turn a game of hockey on.
A knock at the door was the only warning Matthew got of Gilbert's arrival because only seconds later, the door burst open, Gilbert's foot sticking through the doorway.
Both Matthew and Matilda jumped.
"The awesome me has arrived! Do you have pancakes ready?" Gilbert sauntered into the apartment with Gilbert in his arms and Gilbird perched in his hair.
"They're in the oven to keep warm." Matthew stood up and greeted his exuberant friend.
"Great! And there's maple syrup in excess I presume?" Gilbert said with a smirk.
"It's on the counter. Help yourself."
"I will~"
Gilbert set his cat down and ran a hand through his hair to ruffle Gilbird. The little bird made an unhappy chirp and squawked at Gilbert before landing on Matilda's back.
"Hello, Gilbird, Gilbert," Matilda greeted.
"It's nice to see you again, Miss Matilda," Gilbird said in his ever polite voice.
"Miss Matilda~" Gilbert mocked. "How's it going?" He jumped on her, swiping at Gilbird. The bird squawked again and pecked at him.
"It's been nice. Though, Matthew was worrying over your human."
Gilbert laughed, a sort of wheezing noise, and said, "Gilbert is a dog. Not literally of course. That would be unawesome. But he's been thinking of nothing but Mattie for a while now."
"O-Oh." Matilda looked down, flustered. "I-It seems that a lot of humans have been thinking of Matthew lately."
"A lot?" Gilbert laughed again. "What do you mean?"
Matilda spluttered. "I met another cat named Ismael. His human and Matthew were… er… in heat and since then, a lot of humans have been coming over."
Gilbird piped up then. "Could it be that Ismael's human said something to the other humans? I know that they can be quite jealous creatures. And possessive."
"I don't know. But, just before you two got here, Matthew was worrying over saying no to your human."
Gilbird made a sad chirp. "I think your Matthew might have been talking about not being with our Gilbert, Miss Matilda."
"Being with… Oh!" She began to fluster. "Why is it that every human seems to be in heat lately?"
Gilbert wheezed again. "Well, it's normal for someone to want someone else. And our Gilbert has always thought of Mattie. Ohh~ I wonder if they're gonna do it!"
"You twit! Didn't you just listen to Miss Matilda? She said her Matthew was going to say no."
"Oh shut up, bird brains." Gilbert swat the bird, making it tumble over the floor.
"These pancakes are amazing! The best thing on earth, next to beer!"
"Thanks. It's good to know someone else likes my cooking."
"Hmm? Someone else?"
"O-Oh! I-I just meant besides Al."
"Ugh. He's still your brother?"
"I don't think he's never not going to be my brother."
"That's a shame." Gilbert ate the rest of his pancakes and stood up, stretching. "So~ What did you want to do today? I've been hanging out with Francis and Antonio lately and…" Gilbert smirked at Matthew. "They gave me a few ideas~"
Matthew blushed. "Y-You know the answer is still no. A-And I was actually going to tell you something. I-I've met someone and I really want this relationship to be serious so the answer has to be doubly no."
Gilbert smacked his head onto the table. "Who?"
"M-Miguel. I-I think he said he was Antonio's cousin."
"Ugh. You're going out with Toni's family! Gross!"
"And you hang out with my father who keeps, er… Who keeps telling you different things to try on me!" Matthew countered.
"Touché." Gilbert sat back in his seat. "And I was really thinking you'd give in this time. I even brought the stuff!"
Matthew sit the tea he had been drinking. "S-Stuff? Do you really think I'm that easy?"
"Of course not, Birdie! I always carry that stuff." Matthew scooted a bit away from Gilbert.
"See! Our Gil is a true dog. I'm so proud!"
"Matthew said no, dumkopf." Gilbird said as he sat on Matilda's back.
The three animals were peering into the kitchen, watching their humans.
"Could you two stop fighting? I think they're coming out of the kitchen." Matilda scampered out of the way just as Gilbert stepped out with Matthew behind him.
"You should really know that that is really awkward to learn, Gil," Matthew said.
"Eh, it wasn't awkward when you didn't know so it shouldn't be awkward now. Hey! C'me, here Gilly!" Gilbert picked up Gilbert and cuddled him – it was manly, he always argued.
"You didn't eat Gilbird, did you?"
"Piyo, piyo!" Gilbird fluttered off of Matilda and into Gilbert's hair.
"He's good to you, right? Cuz I swear to Gott that if he ever hurts you, I'll rip his throat out."
Matthew almost dropped Matilda. "Y-Yeah. Of course he's good to me, Gil."
"Good. Well, I guess I'll see ya, Birdie! I have to meet with Franny and Toni to tell them the bad news!"