WYATT
The past two days were wonderful. The daycare center, Ruby's bakery, and their house... Despite Ruby's constant rejection, I cherished the moments I spent with the two most important people in my life. Yes. Ruby had always become the first, and now I had Austin. It was like my life couldn't be more perfect. Except for the fact they weren't officially mine, and I just got the moment now. Thinking of it now made me regret the decision to let Ruby go. I should have tried harder to hold her. But it was my only choice back then when I saw her pain. I loved her so much that I couldn't bear to see her hurt, even if it was never true. "Wyatt. What are you doing here?" Helen looked surprised after finding me outside her apartment building. As much as I loved being around Ruby and Austin, I had to return to New York after spending a nice dinner at their house. I had to return to my life as Logan. And the first thing I did was vWYATTI poured hot water into the teapot, set it nicely on a tray with four empty glasses, and brought it to the TV area where Ruby was watching a series alone.Where were the others?Helen and Alan were upstairs, putting our son to sleep for a nap.Don't get us wrong. Ruby and I didn't intend to escape our duty. They offered themselves, so why not take the chance?"I made tea," I said, joining her.Ruby initially looked surprised, as it was her usual response whenever I took the initiative to make something or help her. But then, the shock disappeared as soon as it flashed on her face."Thank you." Her sweet voice came out as a reaction instead.I admitted. Since the incident at the Botanical Garden, she had changed. I thought it would last temporarily and she would return to her usual self, cold and indifferent toward me. Turned out, it lasted till today."Should I bring some snacks, too?" Since good things were happening, I wanted them to stay longer by showing her more favor."Onl
RUBYHelen read through my heart so I wouldn't hide it anymore. I tried to keep a poker face, acting cool while I sipped my drink from time to time, not wanting her to notice my nerves."Don’t worry. I will return her safely."Of course. There was no way I would destroy the trust after Mom was kind enough to lend us the cat. However, it raised a question about how Wyatt convinced Mom. What did he tell his mother so that Mom gave Cookie easily? And I had to remember that Cookie is a living thing that lived with her for five years."You have to, or she will hold a grudge and refuse to see me again."But my thought halted after picking up Helen's words. "Refuse to see you again? Why?"Helen rolled her eyes at my question as if it were unnecessary. "For harming the cat. What else?" It made sense that someone would avoid anyone who did something bad to them. Still, what caught my attention wasn't her answer, but rather the way she said it—like it was trivial."Did you see Mom aside when yo
RUBYIn less than two hours, the house was already full, with two more guests added. Wyatt and Alan. For Alan, it had been a while since I saw him. He was busy with work, patients, seminars, and more, according to Helen, so when he got free time, it was better for him to use it with my best friend."Cat will pee and poo, and she's trained to do it in the litter box," Wyatt explained in front of Cookie's litter box. She had just poo, so Wyatt used the chance to teach my son how to clean it up. It is an old-style box without a fancy modern tool. Because of that, he taught Austin to do it the traditional way."It stinks," Au commented as W buried the poo, then picked it up with a shovel and tossed it into a plastic bag.Alan added to the lesson as Helen and I made breakfast. "Poo normally stinks. That's why you need to bring a plastic bag wherever you go with Cookie in case she poos midway. You have to clean up, or people will be disturbed by the smell."Austin winced but still gave a no
RUBYI couldn't believe this. I met the kitten I had saved five years ago. And look at her now. She's a beautiful, grown-up cat, her eyes glimmering with life I once protected."I still can't believe this." My voice echoed softly, the disbelief swirling through my mind. Yet Cookie's purring was comforting and real, grounding me in the present as Helen's stories danced around us."Believe this, okay?" Helen said beside me. We were sleeping, not in my bedroom but on the sofa in front of the TV. It's a magic sofa that can be used as a regular sofa and change into a sofa bed. It's pretty big for two of us, and most importantly, it's comfortable. That was why we would always sleep here during Helen's visit. "Now, sleep. It's almost midnight." She continued, turning her body to the side to search for comfort.I glanced at the clock, and she was right. It was half to midnight. I should sleep, or I would run out of energy tomorrow. Wyatt and Alan would come, and with the cat's presence, it wo
HELEN"Thanks for the drive," I said to the man dropping me off through the rolled-down window. It was Wyatt behind the steering wheel, and next to him was my dearest boyfriend, Alan.Yes. Alan agreed to go with me to visit Ruby and Austin.Oh, it was going to be a beautiful weekend."We will come in the morning. Have a good night, love." Of course, it wasn't Wyatt replying to me. It was Alan. We had shared a quick kiss before I stepped out of the car, and now was the time to say goodbye."And take care of Cookie." Wyatt chimed in when I was about to answer Alan.So I guessed I would wave goodbye to both of them. "Okay. Good night, everyone." Then I took a step away from the car toward Ruby's house. Soon, I heard the car leaving once I was already in her doorway.Anyway, the Cookie Wyatt meant was none other than his mother's cat, which Wyatt borrowed for a week. Cookie was brought to teach Austin to befriend and take care of a cat. Ruby told me that Austin was talking nonstop about a
RUBY"Today we found a kitten in the schoolyard," Austin began, starting storytime with Wyatt. This had become a regular occurrence since Wyatt requested it weeks ago, though it had shifted to a video call. It always started right after dinner and could end minutes or hours later. If Austin insisted on talking more, they would continue until bedtime."Oh, really?" Wyatt asked, curiosity flickering despite the tiredness on his face. "What does it look like?""It's cute and has orange fur like Garfield," Austin mentioned, referring to a character on the cartoon he watched. "But it's small, Uncle, and it looks weak. The voice is also tiny. The meowing sounds like crying, too." He described the best possible.Wyatt nodded. "It must be left after being born.""Miss Khan said so." Miss Khan was one of the teachers. "But Uncle, why is the mother being bad by leaving it alone?"Well, the question time came again. Austin had asked the same thing on our way back home from school before. The sto