Disclaimer: The SWAT Kats are owned by Hanna Barbera and the Tremblay Brothers. I own the OCs.
You are about to find out exactly how a lioness and a normal every-day cat from the Deep South met and fell in love. The character Jean is inspired by a friend of mine who used to own a Cajun restaurant. This is for you my dear friend.
MisaRae, this would not be as good as it is without you. Thank you!
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The rest of dinner went off without a hitch. However, several more pitchers of Hurricanes were consumed, and both Sasha and Candice were feeling a little more amorous towards their significant others than normal. Thanks to that, they both had decided that their chairs were not comfortable enough, and their husband/tom-friend's laps were a much better place to sit.
Sasha got up first, grabbed her drink, and walked over to her husband with her tail moving in time with her hips. Sasha pulled out her husband's chair and sat on her husband's lap with her legs draped over his right thigh, and her right arm wrapped around his neck.
Determined not to be outdone by her mother, Candice tried to think of a much sexier way to wrap herself around Tim. The challenge was that Tim was sitting right next to her, so she needed to alter her plan of attack. She quickly scanned the room, her eyes landing on the half empty pitcher at the other end of the table, and decided that she needed a refill. Candice left her seat, and as seductively as possible, walked the long way around the table to get the pitcher before filling her glass with liquid and slinking back to Tim's seat. Candice downed the entire contents of her glass in a single gulp before she bent forward, nibbled on Tim's left ear, and mimicked her mother's actions as she sat down on Tim's lap.
Leona watched her daughter and granddaughter try to entice their beaus into a heightened state of arousal, and from the looks on both Jean and Tim's faces, they had succeeded. She silently wished Lionel was still alive so she could show them both how to properly seduce a male. Leona lifted her drink to her lips, but just before she sipped the icy cold liquid, she asked, "Are you both comfortable with your new seats?"
Candice was about to whisper something into Tim's ear when Leona asked her question. She sat up and responded, "I know I am. It's so warm and comfortable; I'm not planning on leaving this seat for quite some time."
"I agree, my daughter. However, my new seat is better than yours," Sasha replied. She then slipped her left paw into Jean's shirt and asked, "Do you like my new seat?"
Jean was having a very hard time concentrating while his wife's paw stroked his chest. He responded after a few seconds with, "Oui, I love having my gorgeous wife in my lap." He then brought her face down to his so he could kiss her.
Candice watched as her father kissed her mother rather passionately, and decided that she should kiss Tim the same way. She turned her head to face Tim, leaned forward, and kissed him.
Tim was at a complete loss as to what to do. He loved Candice more and more with each day that passed. However, the way his love was kissing him in front of her family was not something he considered appropriate. He put both paws on her shoulders and gently pushed her back, breaking her kiss, and said, "That was intense, Candice. As much as I love how passionate you are, and your kisses are incredible, I'm not comfortable kissing like that in front of others. Alright, my love?"
Candice pouted at Tim's request that she not make a public show of how strongly she felt about him. An idea quickly formed in her head, and she narrowed her eyes, leaned forward to whisper into his ear, and answered, "You don't want me to be that affectionate in front of others? Fine, but you had better be prepared to let me take charge when we are alone."
Tim wanted to quickly change the subject. He turned his head to Jean and asked, "You never told me how you and Sasha met. I find it hard to believe how a classy, purebred lioness wound up with a normal cat from the Deep South. So how did you two meet and fall for each other?"
When Jean heard Tim's question, he very reluctantly broke the passionate lip-lock both he and his wife were sharing. Jean gave his wife an apologetic look before he turned his head towards Tim. "Ah, that is a very interesting tale. I wasn't actively looking for a female to settle down with. I was working for this tiny but popular restaurant in the French Quarter as a waiter, waiting for a chance to show off my skills in the kitchen to the owner. Well, that day came sooner than I thought," Jean said.
Flashback starts:
Jean just managed to get to work on time. As he ran in the front door of the restaurant where he worked, the house manager yelled, "Jean! You are lucky that I don't fire you. This is the fifth time this month you have been late."
"I'm not late, Louise. I'm right on time," Jean responded with a deep Cajun accent.
"Louise rolled her eyes, having had this exact conversation with Jean many times. "Whatever you say. Now go get changed. We have a party arriving at five this evening, and Anthony called out sick. That leaves you to wait and bus the tables on your own," Louise said.
As Jean made his way to the back room where the employees were allowed to change, he said, "Great! Tony gets some tail, and I get to pick up the slack. I hope she is worth it, because I am going to slug him when I next see him for this little stunt."
He entered the very dimly lit room and quickly changed into his black slacks, white shirt, and signature bow tie. He then slipped on a pair of very comfortable dress shoes that had a meticulous shine. Jean quickly inspected himself in the mirror before leaving the room to setup the dining room.
Sasha had just finished putting on her dress for the evening. She sat down at her dressing table and put on a light coating of blush, followed by some lip gloss. She then brushed out her long mane of red hair. Satisfied with her appearance, she stood up, went to her closet, and withdrew a pair of matching high heels that would accentuate the curve of her long legs. She slipped them on her feet, and then turned to the mirror. In the refection she saw a very attractive lioness wearing a dress that stopped at mid-thigh. The dress had two small slits that went up both sides, revealing a little more of her legs. The bodice was tight to her curvy form, and showed off just enough cleavage to entice, but not overdo it. Sasha grabbed her purse and left her apartment for the evening.
It was now 4:45 in the afternoon, and the guests had started to arrive. Louise greeted each one with a smile on her face before showing them to their table. She handed out the menus, as well as the wine list, and then said, "Your server will be with you shortly. Enjoy your dinner."
Jean was extremely busy just dealing with the party. However, the guests were very pleasant and polite, which made his job easier. He had just finished clearing a table, when he noticed one of the most beautiful she-cats he had ever seen enter the restaurant.
Sasha opened the door to the restaurant and walked in. She went over to the hostess' stand and waited.
Jean's eyes raked over the she-cat's body, and his heart started to thump in his chest. He was determined to meet this angel, even if it killed him. He quickly put the tub he was carrying down on a rolling cart, straightened his tie, and walked over to the hostess' stand. When he arrived, he said, "Welcome to The French Quarter. May I show you to a table?"
Sasha noticed a handsome waiter walking towards her. He slid around behind the hostess' stand and said, "Welcome to The French Quarter. May I show you to a table?" Her eyes focused on his face, especially his eyes that seemed to sparkle in the candlelight. She thought, 'He is quite handsome, and that Cajun accent? Rowr!' Sasha responded aloud, "Yes, please do."
"Right this way, mademoiselle," Jean said with a bow, and led her into the restaurant.
Sasha was quite impressed. No other tom had ever treated her in such a way. She followed him into the restaurant, and every once in a while, let her eyes fall to his tail.
Jean led her to the best table that was available at the time. He pulled out a chair and motioned for her to take a seat.
Sasha removed her purse from her shoulder, sat down, and quickly fixed her hair. Even those slight movements caused the scent of her perfume to lace the air.
He caught a whiff of it and he smiled as he thought, 'That perfume she is wearing smells heavenly.' He then handed her a menu and a copy of the wine list. Jean asked, "May I get you something from the bar while you browse the menu?"
Sasha quickly scanned the drink section of the menu and made a decision. She answered, "I'll have a Hurricane, please."
"Certainly, mademoiselle. I'll be right back," Jean said. He walked off to the bar as soon as he finished speaking, with his tail moving in time with his hips.
Sasha watched him walk away, and then turned her attention back to the menu. As she perused the long list of items before her, her mind wandered back to Jean's tail and how good it looked in his slacks. She shook her head and said, "Get your mind out of the gutter, Sasha. You don't even know this guy, and you are thinking of taking him home so you can tame that cute butt of his." She then blushed and hid her face behind the menu.
Jean arrived at the bar and said, "Jack, I need a Hurricane. Use the top shelf stuff."
Jack took out a glass from under the counter and started mixing the drink Jean ordered. He then asked, "So Jean, what has your shorts in a bind?"
Jean looked back over his shoulder at Sasha and replied, "That has my shorts in a bind. Have you ever seen such a good looking she-cat?"
Jack looked over Jean's shoulder and saw the lady he was talking about. He chuckled and replied, "Jean, she is no ordinary she-cat. That girl is a pure lioness, and a hot one, too. Be careful, Jean. She just might eat you alive."
"If she does, what a way to go," Jean said.
Jack laughed as he finished her drink. He put it on a tray, and then asked, "I assume that you are going to put this on your tab?"
"Of course. Can't I buy a lady a drink in exchange for maybe.. her phone number?" Jean replied with his own question.
"You have a death wish, my friend. Go give this to her before the ice starts to melt and dilute the drink," Jack said.
Jean bowed to Jack, then took the tray from the bar. He returned to Sasha and said, "Your drink, mademoiselle."
"Thank you um.. What is your name?" Sasha asked.
"Jean Louie, cheré," Jean replied.
"Thank you, Jean Louie. May I have an order of the crab cakes, please?" Sasha asked.
"Why certainly, cheré. And does the pretty lady have a name?" Jean asked, letting his Cajun accent come forward.
Sasha blushed just a hair and answered, "Sasha. My name is Sasha."
"Such a pretty name for a very pretty lady. I'll be right back with your dinner," Jean said, and walked off to the kitchen to place her order.
Sasha took a sip of her drink and said, "This is good! What is in here? My brother was right; this place is great."
Jean entered the kitchen and couldn't find the chef anywhere. He quickly left the kitchen to look for Louise. He found her at the hostess stand with her head in her paws. Jean asked, "Where is the chef? Orders are backing up in there, and no one is doing anything about it."
"Ron had to leave. Something about his wife going to the hospital or something," she replied. Louise then looked at Jean and inspiration hit. She asked, "How good are you in the kitchen?"
"Me? I like to think I am better than most who claim they can cook," Jean replied.
"Thought so. Get in the kitchen and start cooking!" Louise ordered.
"What about the tables I am supposed to be waiting on?" Jean asked. "They are not going to take care of themselves."
"You let me worry about that, Jean. I need you in the kitchen, cooking your tail off, now!" Louise stated.
"I'll do it under one condition: table 5 is mine alone. I don't want Jack or any of the others waiting on that table, okay?" Jean asked.
Louise looked past Jean to see why that table was so important to him, and saw a very attractive she-cat sitting at the table sipping her drink. She returned her attention to Jean and said, "So, you have a thing for this she-cat? Fine, the table is yours, but don't let the other orders suffer because you want to date her."
Jean proceeded into the kitchen, waving Louise off. As soon as he entered the kitchen, he put on an apron and quickly scanned the orders that had piled up. Jean prioritized the orders and started cooking. Luckily for him, Ron kept the kitchen very organized, so everything he needed was within easy reach. Jean expeditiously plated eight servings of gumbo and signaled for Louise to pick them up.
Louise entered the kitchen, scanned the ticket, picked up the tray, and left the kitchen.
Jean instantly started working on the orders that had stacked up, dispatching them with the same precision until he was caught up. Then he started working on the crab cakes for Sasha. He took out three of the best cakes from the refrigerator, re-seasoned them with his own combination of spices, and put them down on the scorching hot flat-top to rapidly sear them. After thirty seconds, he flipped them over to sear the other side. Another thirty seconds passed, then he inspected the cakes, removed them from the flat-top, and put them in the oven to finish cooking. While the cakes finished, he prepared a plate with a healthy serving of dirty rice and beans, as well as a few fried plantains. He removed the cakes from the oven, plated them, and dressed them with a remoulade sauce. Jean wiped the edges of the plate clean with a towel, put the dish on a tray, and left the kitchen to personally deliver Sasha's dinner.
Sasha had kept her eyes on the kitchen door ever since Jean had gone back through it. She caught glimpses of him through the glass, but had no idea what he was doing in there. She had just taken another sip of her drink, finishing it, when the door to the kitchen opened, revealing Jean carrying a tray of steaming hot food over to her. Since she had her body turned slightly away from the kitchen, she decided to test and see exactly how interested in her Jean really was. Sasha moved both of her legs out from under the table and crossed her right leg over her left, exposing more of her thigh in the process.
None of this escaped Jean. He almost tripped over his own two feet when she performed that little maneuver.
Sasha saw Jean trip, and softly said to herself, "He is definitely interested in me."
Jean regained his footing, but did not remove his focus from her legs. He brought the tray to her table, set it down on the far corner, and placed the dish in front of Sasha. He then said, "Enjoy your dinner, mademoiselle."
Sasha replied, "Thank you, I will." She then caught a whiff of the aroma from the food, and her mouth started watering. She cut off a small portion of one of the cakes, put it in her mouth, and savored the taste. "Mmm, this is real good!"
"Thank you, mes beauté. I seasoned those cakes myself using my own special blend of spices," Jean replied, hoping to impress her.
"If you can cook like this, why don't you have your own restaurant?" Sasha asked.
"One day I will, mes beauté, " Jean replied, then said, "Please enjoy your dinner, and if you need anything, don't hesitate to ask," before bowing to her and returning to the kitchen.
Sasha savored the taste of her meal. As she ate, she kept looking into the kitchen to stare at Jean.
Jack watched the entire scene play out from behind the bar while he was fixing Sasha another Hurricane. He put her drink on a tray, brought it over to her, and then said as he gave her the drink, "He has never acted this way in the presence of a she-cat before. Jean must really be taken with you to be behaving like this."
Sasha took a sip of her drink and then said, "He sure is something. Between how handsome he is, and that Cajun accent, he must have girls lined up for a shot with him."
"Hardly. Jean works seven days a week, and he rarely dates," Jack said.
"Really? Well, I will have to see about that," Sasha said.
"I need to get back. Enjoy your drink, and the rest of your night," Jack said, and returned to the bar.
Jean finished up the last order that was on the printer. He quickly looked at the clock and saw it was late. He realized that Sasha must have gone home, or left to have fun with her friends by then. The thought put a damper on his mood. True, he had been able to prove himself in the kitchen, but at the cost of not having the opportunity to get her phone number, or had a chance to ask her out to show her the best the Cajun south has to offer. He made quick work of cleaning up the kitchen and opened the door. His mood instantly changed when he saw Sasha still at the table. He walked over to her and asked, "Mademoiselle, why are you still here? It's late, and this isn't the best area for such a pretty lady to be in alone."
"I wasn't planning on being alone.. for long," Sasha replied. She looked down at the table, then back to Jean and asked, "I know I'm being a little forward here, but would you care to show a lady around tonight? I'm sort of in the mood to hear some good music, and possibly do a little dancing?"
Jean could not believe how his luck had changed. Instead of possibly never seeing this gorgeous lady again, she had just asked him to take her out. Jean bowed to her, offered her his paw, and replied, "Certainly, Mademoiselle." He righted himself, but kept his arm extended, and then asked, "Shall we? Nights like this don't come too often at this time of year. My friend owns a great club just a few blocks over that has some of the best music on this side of the Quarter."
Sasha took his paw and stood up. They started to walk out of the restaurant together when Louise stopped them. She said, "Jean, I am really impressed with your performance tonight. You did real well in the kitchen, and we had more compliments about the food than we have had in years."
"Thank you, Louise. Now if you don't mind, I have a date at the other end of the Quarter," Jean replied.
"Not so fast. Ron called a few minutes ago. He and his wife have to move to the Northeast, so I have to find a new chef. Jean, you and I have not exactly seen eye to eye on a bunch of things around here. However, your skills in the kitchen are amazing. Would you consider working in the kitchen, permanently?" Louise asked.
This is what Jean had always wanted ever since he was a teenager. He loved being in the kitchen, and now he had the opportunity to start living his dream. Jean asked, "Does that mean I can change the recipes as I see fit?"
"As long as the food comes out as good as it was tonight, then yes. You will have full control of the kitchen and what comes out of it," Louise replied.
A smile crept across Jean's face, and then he answered, "It will be an honor to run your kitchen, Louise. See you tomorrow morning so we can go shopping for the new menu." He gave Louise a wink before turning his attention back to Sasha and leading her out of the restaurant and out into the street.
As soon as they were an acceptable distance away from the restaurant, he grabbed Sasha around the waist, lifted her into the air, and swung her in a circle a few times as he exclaimed, "I finally get to be a Chef! This is the best day I have ever had!"
Sasha had not been expecting to be lifted up in the air and swung around as Jean expressed his glee. But his excitement was very contagious, and she started smiling and laughing right along with him.
Jean stopped spinning and brought Sasha down to earth, very close to him. Once her feet were on the ground again, he brushed a strand of hair away from her face, leaned forward, and kissed her. He pulled back a few seconds later and said, "Chere, if it wasn't for you being there tonight, I would have not done my best. Thank you, my beauty."
Sasha was still reeling from his kiss. She had never had a tom kiss her like that before, and she loved it. She said, "I'm glad I was your inspiration. Those crab cakes you made were the best thing I ever ate." She looked away briefly, and then put her arms around his neck before she asked, "Can you kiss me again? I.. I kind of liked it."
"Non, mademoiselle. We can save that for later. Now we are going to celebrate," Jean answered, and took off down the street, grasping her paw tightly.
They entered the club and their ears were instantly filled with New Orleans style jazz that could not be found outside of the Quarter. Jean led Sasha to the dance floor and started moving with the music.
Sasha had never heard that style of music before, and was not exactly sure how to dance to it. She tried to mimic what Jean did, but it felt so wrong that she stopped.
Jean noticed, and put his paws on her hips. He said, "Non, you are trying too hard. Listen to the drums. Listen to the horns. Move as they tell you. Let the music take over and forget the rest." His deep Cajun accent reverberated in her ears. It sounded even better than the music did. However, she tried what Jean suggested. She listened to what the music was telling her body to do, and let go. Sasha started swaying in time with the beat, and was soon almost as good at dancing as Jean was.
They both were having a great time together. So much so, that they didn't even notice when the rest of the crowd left for the night, leaving them alone on the dance floor.
The lead guitarist yelled, "Hey Jean! I know you and your lady friend are having a great time, but c'mon. We've been at this for over five hours, one of them turning into a private concert. We want to go home. We're old; give us a break!"
Jean turned to the band and yelled back, "Remy! I was just promoted to chef tonight, and I am celebrating with this lovely lady. Don't care how old you are, Remy. When you play that axe and your brother blows that horn, you is young again. So give me and the lady one more for the road!"
Remy threw his paws up in the air and muttered something in French with a Cajun accent so heavy, even Jean couldn't make it out. The point was made, however, by Remy's gestures that he was at the end of his patience. Remy finally said, "One more tune, Jean, but dis is for the lady. Guys, something slow and steamy."
They started playing a very slow song, but when the horns filled in, there was an underlying heat to the music that made Sasha very warm.
Jean felt the heat in the song, too, and brought Sasha very close to him. They moved as one throughout the song, feeling each other's breath on their respective necks.
The song ended way too quickly for Jean's taste, but he looked into Sasha's eyes and saw the fierce huntress inside her. He cautiously asked, "You ok, chere?"
"Kiss me now, Jean!" she ordered, and put her lips to his.
Jean returned her kiss, and brought her tighter to his body so he could feel the heat pouring off of her.
Remy finished putting his guitar away and turned back to the dance floor to see Jean and Sasha in a very passionate lip-lock. He yelled, "Go get a room, you two! You ain't doing that on my dance floor!"
Jean pulled back from the kiss, but he kept his arms around Sasha. He politely said, "Good night, Remy, and as usual, you guys burned the house down." He turned back to Sasha and said, "The sun will be up in two hours. Time to get you home." He then led Sasha out of the club and back onto the streets of the Quarter.
The air around them felt almost magical as they walked paw in paw down the streets lined with the morning dew. They arrived at Sasha's hotel and entered, walked up the stairs to her floor, and finally made their way down the hall to her room.
As they stood outside of her door, they were both very anxious as to what might come next.
Sasha broke the silence by saying, "I had a marvelous time tonight, Jean."
"As did I, chere. I don't want this night to end. I have this strange feeling that when I wake, this whole night will be nothing more than a very pleasant dream, and I will never see you again," Jean stated as he caressed her cheek.
Sasha opened the door to her room, but before she entered, she said, "Jean, tonight really happened, and I don't want it to end, either. Stay here for a minute please." She entered the room, closed the door, and quickly scribbled her number on a piece of paper. Sasha then opened the door and said, "This is the phone number of my room, and my home phone number. I'd like to do this with you again, Jean."
"Chere, you are making this very hard for me. A part of me is telling me to go home, but another is telling me to make this night as magical for both of us as the music of the Quarter," Jean said as put the phone numbers in his pocket.
"Then this is good night, Jean. We will talk soon," Sasha said as she closed her door.
Jean slumped against her door, looked across the hall at an empty wall, and said, "G'night, my beauty."
But just before he started walking down the hall, the door opened again, and a pair of paws grabbed his shirt, pulling him into her room.
The next morning, Jean woke up in an unfamiliar bed with a slight weight on his chest. He looked down and saw Sasha still peacefully asleep, with her head resting on his chest. He put his head back and said, "So it wasn't a dream after all." Jean looked back at the sleeping beauty again and said, "I can get used to this, very quickly. I think I am falling in love with her." He then stroked her long hair, savoring the silky feel of it as the hair slipped between his fingers.
Sasha started to stir when she felt someone raking their fingers through her hair. She looked up, saw Jean's face, and then put her head back down on his chest. She asked, "Did you sleep well, Jean?"
"Oui, mademoiselle. However, I seem to be pinned by a ravenous lioness. If she will deign to let me up, and I will go make breakfast for both of us?" Jean asked.
"Not just yet. I kind of like where I am right now," Sasha said, as her left paw stroked the fur on his chest.
They stayed like that for another half hour before Sasha got up and showered.
Jean did exactly what he said he would; he dressed, and made breakfast for both of them.
End of Flash Back:
"I made her the best breakfast she'd ever had. As we ate, I convinced Sasha to stay with me in New Orleans and work as a waitress in Louise's restaurant instead of returning home. That decision didn't go over too well with Leona and Lionel. Apparently, they caught the next flight to New Orleans, and when we came back to her hotel room after a long, hard day at work, they were waiting for us," Jean said.
"So what happened next? Surely Lionel couldn't have been too happy that Sasha was not only remaining in New Orleans, but you had moved in with her?" Tim asked.
"I didn't say I had moved in with her yet, but we were rapidly moving in that direction. Sasha kept her hotel room, and I maintained my small apartment. So as I was saying, that night when we returned to her hotel room so she could change into something more comfortable before we went out for the rest of the night, her parents were waiting for us," Jean responded. He took a sip of his drink, and then asked, "Leona, why don't you take over from here? You can describe how angry both you and Lionel were at the time much better than I would."
Leona put her glass down on the table and replied, "I wouldn't say we were angry, Jean. More like surprised with her abrupt decision to stay. That is why we caught the next flight down to find out for ourselves why she was staying in New Orleans. When you walked through the door with your paw clearly placed where it wasn't supposed to be, namely on my daughter's butt, we figured out that you two were an item, and from the looks on your faces, were well on your way towards having the type of love I had with my husband. That was the only reason I didn't tear you to shreds that night, Jean. So after Sasha changed, we all went out to an all-night café and talked. You convinced me and my husband that Sasha should stay in New Orleans, not only as a waitress, but also the business manager for the restaurant. Lionel and I left for home after we toured New Orleans with the two of you."
The filter between Sasha's mouth and brain had now completely shut off due to the amount of alcohol she had consumed. She was getting more and more amorous with Jean as time progressed, to the point where she was opening his belt and willing to go further with her husband, despite her family sitting at the table with them. In between nibbling on her husband's ear and stroking his chest, she asked, "So Candice, does Tim make you scream while he makes love to you? Your father still can make me purr in bed even after all of these years. He is quite talented when it comes to pleasing his wife."
Tim coughed when he heard Sasha's question. However, the way Candice was stroking his chest and kissing his neck was making him contemplate if he could make her roar later that night when they were alone.
Candice lifted her head just enough to reply to her mother by saying, "Tim has yet to cross that line with me. However, when we do, I have a feeling he will be the one purring and screaming." She then started to undo the buttons of Tim's shirt, and resumed nibbling on his neck. After a few minutes of nibbling and caressing his chest, she lifted her head and whispered into Tim's ear, "I want to go upstairs.. now. I have an itch that only you can scratch."
Tim was also well past the point of sober, and when Candice made her sentiments clear, he couldn't help but agree. As he stood up, he picked Candice up in his arms and carried her upstairs. Just before they left the room, he said, "Good night. I have to put my girlfriend to bed. See you in the morning."
Jean kissed his wife one more time before he said, "I'm going to clean up this mess, my dear. Head upstairs and wait for me. I want to see if I can make you purr, just as you claimed to our daughter." Jean then disappeared into the kitchen.
Leona finished her drink and desert as Jean went into the kitchen. She got up and said, "I'm going to help Jean so he can take care of you faster, Sasha." She then disappeared into the kitchen.
Jean had already finished putting away the leftover food from the night's dinner, and was rinsing the dishes to be put into the dishwasher. He heard the door close behind him and asked, "Mon cher, ce n'est pas la chambre à coucher.( My dear, this is not the bedroom.) As much as I love making magic in the kitchen, the type of magic I want to make with you is not proper to perform in the kitchen."
Leona smirked and responded, "I'm not your wife, Jean. By now, she is upstairs waiting for you. Go and take care of her. I'll finish cleaning up."
Jean turned off the water and wiped his paws with a dish towel. He draped the towel over the back of a kitchen chair as he walked out of the kitchen. Jean stopped at the doorway and said, "Leona, ever since we met, you have treated me as family, even when you caught Sasha and I in a compromising position more than once. Sasha and I love having you around, and we don't want to move without you. I have a house picked out that is right along the gulf. It's a perfect place for Sasha, you, and I to live out the rest of our lives. Please consider moving with us. We both would miss you if you didn't join us, Maman." Then he left her alone in the kitchen.
Leona dropped the glass she was holding when she heard Jean call her 'Mom' . She bent over to pick up the shattered glass, and a smile crossed her face. She said as she cleaned up, "My daughter couldn't have chosen a better male to marry." Leona then went over to the sink after depositing the shards of glass into the trash, and finished loading the dishwasher.
End of Chapter