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Tilda
PRIVATE RESIDENCE · LATE EVENING · ENTRY 001
NOT INTENDED FOR PUBLIC ARCHIVE
A private evening above the city.
Dinner is cooking. Roman is reading.
The Kitten is attempting to fly.
For dinner, there is sea bass with vegetables.
The Kitten is already drooling.
The apartment is enormous and spacious. Beyond the windows, the city hums.
The Kitten rushes over to the huge window and presses herself so close to the glass that her nose begins to flatten against it.
The Alpha glances away from the cooking for a moment.
The Kitten is like a child.
He loves that everything still feels so astonishing to her.
He himself has long since grown used to the view.
And to the scale of his own success.
Here, she can spin and dance whenever she feels like it.
“How long do you think it would take to fall from here?”
The Alpha’s breath catches.
“I would rather not find out.”
The Kitten laughs.
What a silly Alpha.
She only asked because she wanted to imagine herself as a bird.
“Baby.”
“Hm?”
The Kitten frowns.
In her imagination, she has just flown straight into a van.
She folds her arms across her chest.
It is his fault.
He distracted her.
She is flying. You cannot distract someone while they are flying.
What kind of person does that?
With her shoulders drooping, the Kitten walks over to the Alpha.
He is glowing.
“Want to try it?”
“Mhm.”
The Kitten loves food.
Especially when the Alpha is cooking.
“Mmm. Right…”
She rubs her hands together happily.
But the moment she comes closer, the Alpha takes the spoon away.
“Careful, baby. Do not burn yourself.”
“Ha! I am an adult. I know you have to blow on it.”
The Alpha gives in.
The Kitten leans closer.
Her lips touch the wooden spoon.
“Aaaah!”
“Did you burn yourself?”
“Yeeees!”
“Oh no…”
And then the Kitten bursts into tears.
The Alpha is trying very hard not to melt at the sight of her.
After all, she is a grown woman.
“It is your fault! You, you, you!”
The Alpha wants to laugh, but somehow he manages to persuade her to let him hold her.
Capricious and satisfied, the Kitten hangs from the Alpha.
This is how she loves him.
He never starts a scandal.
He never begins fighting for power.
He never turns it into a war between them.
It feels so good beside him.
So warm inside his care.
He is so kind.
And sooooo beautiful.
The Kitten pulls back a little.
“Thank you.”
The Alpha nods.
The spoon has already cooled, but he checks it again anyway.
The Kitten tastes a little of the sauce.
“Aaaaaah!”
She lifts one hand to her forehead, spins around, and collapses dramatically onto the floor.
For several seconds, she performs a brutal and inevitable death.
Then, at last, she raises one thumb into the air.
The Alpha is satisfied.
He goes back to cooking.
The Kitten stays on the floor.
The Alpha is unusually quiet today.
And she and Roman love the Alpha’s stories more than anything.
Roman is sitting at the table, reading.
The Alpha corrects him.
Roman reads the sentence again.
The Alpha tries to explain it more clearly.
Roman is tired now and keeps getting distracted by everything around him.
The Kitten is stunned.
How does the Alpha manage not to lose his mind?
She…
She would have already…
The Kitten immediately corrects herself.
No.
She is not a psychopath.
No, no.
Sometimes she explodes.
But that is normal.
She reassures herself.
Normal.
Everyone is allowed to feel strong emotions.
So is she.
The Alpha is amused.
He knows the Kitten is having another argument with herself inside her own head.
He adores moments like this.
And he loves secretly watching her when she does not notice.
At last—
Bang.
The book slams shut.
Roman jumps up.
“Hooray! Lessons are over!”
At least the reading part is.
“Phew!”
“Hooray!”
Roman looks at the Alpha with enormous eyes.
“Dad, pleeeease, can I have a new game?”
The Alpha looks at the Kitten.
With her entire face, she tells him:
The Alpha nods thoughtfully and places a hand on Roman’s shoulder.
“Of course, son.”
“What?”
The Kitten’s jaw drops.
She had made herself perfectly clear.
“Mum! Mum!”
The Kitten forces a little smile onto her face.
“Mum! Guess what? Dad said yes.”
“Did he really?”
She says it through clenched teeth.
“Yes! Ask him yourself.”
The Alpha suddenly becomes extremely busy with the cooking.
“I will ask him, son. I definitely will.”
“Mum?”
“Hm?”
“The boys are going to the cinema. Can I go too?”
“Sooon, I thought you were going to stay with us.”
The Kitten is almost offended.
“Muuum, pleeeease. I will stay with you for an hour and then go with the boys.”
Roman begins whining.
“Mum? Hm? Come on, Mum?”
The Kitten takes a deep breath.
The Alpha wipes his hands and picks up a book.
“Ready?”
The Kitten and Roman look at each other and immediately nod.
“Baby.”
The Alpha hands the Kitten a glass, wraps one arm around her, and begins telling them a story.
Tonight, it is about ants.
“Ooooh!”
The Kitten and Roman begin jumping and dancing.
“Hooray! Hooray!”
Every evening, the Alpha tells them something interesting and educational about the world.
He kisses the Kitten’s hair and begins.
“Ants always live together.”
“Ooooh! Dad! Dad! Dad! I saw them. I really saw ants at nursery!”
The Alpha smiles.
He knows that look.
Those shining eyes.
He knows exactly where the boy got them from.
“Ants can carry things heavier than their own bodies.”
“Dad! Dad! Dad!”
“Yes, son?”
“Can ants carry a skyscraper or a horse?”
The Alpha laughs.
His laughter echoes through the apartment.
The Kitten smiles.
“No, sweetheart. They cannot carry something like that.”
“Oh.”
The Alpha turns away for a moment to check the pizza he has made for Roman.
The Kitten rubs her hands together.
She looooves pizza.
The Alpha continues the story while cutting it.
Then the Kitten’s phone rings.
“Hello.”
“Mhm.”
“Yes.”
“All right.”
“Yes, I will tell him now.”
“Bye.”
She ends the call and looks at Roman.
Roman immediately starts jumping.
He already knows who called.
“Hooray! I am going to the cinema with the boys!”
The Kitten looks at the Alpha.
He spreads his hands.
As though to say, what can you do?
The Kitten is ready to cry again.
“Come here, Kitten.”
She takes a deep breath.
Roman gets ready in seconds and is already prepared to run out faster than the wind.
“Mike.”
The Kitten kisses the security guard on the cheek.
“Do not take your eyes off him.”
“Of course, miss.”
She steps aside.
The Alpha shakes Mike’s hand.
Mike nods.
Then the Alpha crouches in front of Roman.
“Be careful, son. Stay close to security.”
Roman nods and hugs the Alpha.
At least this time the Kitten is not standing beside them with an entire box of tissues.
“Bye, Dad!”
The door closes.
The Kitten stares at the Alpha.
“And what about saying goodbye to me?”
The Alpha rubs the back of his neck awkwardly.
It is no secret that the boy adores his father.
The Kitten pulls a face.
“What is wrong with these people?”
The Alpha wraps his arms around her.
Then he presses forward gently.
The Kitten leans back against the wall.
She begins to melt.
The Alpha growls softly into her ear.
The Kitten decides she can eat a little later.
ROMAN DEPARTED UNDER PROTECTION.
DINNER REMAINED UNFINISHED.
THE HOUSE STAYED WARM.
Private record continues beyond the archived entry.