Lion
I Am A Lion
To leave me soaking wet in the rain outside did not make the fight between me and my wife any better. I couldn't believe that she had locked me out here, when she knew I didn't have my keys! The first problem (other than me being soaking wet) was that we rarely fought. There was something about us that seemed to always click, even when things weren't going right. We were always able to get along and be happy together. I'm not exactly sure I remember what started this last argument, but I was more than ready for it to be over.
Scarlet is her name, my beautiful wife. I would not ever do anything to hurt her, and I knew this fight was killing her. At least, I’d hoped it was. The fact that I was sitting on the front steps was starting to make me think otherwise. Christ, she knew I would get sick if I stayed out here too long, what was she thinking? Call me selfish, but I was getting mad that my mane was sopping up the rain like a sponge. Yes, a mane, as in a lion’s mane. That was the kicker of all of this. I could be seen at any moment, sitting like an unloved house cat in front of the whole neighborhood. I knew she would have to give in eventually.
When the door opened though, it wasn't Scarlet. It was our daughter, Genevieve. She started laughing as soon as she saw me, and I pushed past her before she could even think of closing that door again. I marched right into the kitchen where I knew Scarlet would be, and shook as much of the water off as I could.
“Jesus Christ, Matt!” she jumped out of her seat at the table, sending the chair tipping backward across the kitchen. “You have to win everything, don’t you?” she folded her arms across her chest, glaring down at me. I huffed impatiently, shaking my head. What did she expect? She left me outside! “What is it, then? You better not even say sex or anything of that manner because you will not get it!”
I mustered the quietest noise I could, somewhere between a whimper and a roar. I knew she would understand, she is half lion herself. I just wanted to be dried off, and to talk the rest of this out with her, to get it over with and move on. She sighed, lowering her head in defeat. I followed her up the stairs and into the bathroom. She closed the door behind us and went under the sink for the hair dryer. She plugged it in and sat down on the toilet, starting to dry my back. I shook once more, happy to have the heat drying the rain.
When she got to my mane, she used a comb to make sure there were no knots or mats in it. She set the blow dryer on the sink afterwards, and ran her fingers through my warm and dry fur. I started to purr softly, resting my head on her knee. I looked up at her before closing my eyes and sitting in front of her.
“I’m sorry.” She said softly.
“I am as well, baby.” I continued to purr softly. She started to stand, so I moved out of her way. I followed her into the bedroom, and watched as she lay on the bed. I jumped onto the bed and carefully spooned behind her. As I held her in my large arms, I changed back into my human form. She cuddled into me more, sighing contently. “I love you.” It was a quiet whisper as I used my foot to pull the blanket over my now naked body, and I covered her as well. That was a down side to all of this. I could go into lion form at any time, and I was fine. But to go from lion to human? Different story! I couldn't do that in front of the kids.
“I love you, Matthew,” She whispered softly.
“Do you think that Genevieve and Junior will be accepting of a little one roaming in their home?” I ran my fingers over the soft skin of her arm, sniffing her hair with delight.
“Well, whether or not they like it, we can’t exactly prevent it now can we?” she teased with a slight giggle. I had to agree, it was a little late for the “prevention” part of it!
“You are very right about that! I wonder what it will be.” This was starting to excite me! Another lion to add to my pride, god damn was I a happy man! And to think this is what we were arguing about earlier.
“We won’t know until he or she is born.” This was the way we liked it we could prepare all we wanted, but we wouldn't know the sex until she had it. I let my hand instinctively trail down to her stomach. Before I realized what was happening, I was back in lion form, and I let my claws dig deep into the flesh of my wife’s abdomen.
Scarlet is her name, my beautiful wife. I would not ever do anything to hurt her, and I knew this fight was killing her. At least, I’d hoped it was. The fact that I was sitting on the front steps was starting to make me think otherwise. Christ, she knew I would get sick if I stayed out here too long, what was she thinking? Call me selfish, but I was getting mad that my mane was sopping up the rain like a sponge. Yes, a mane, as in a lion’s mane. That was the kicker of all of this. I could be seen at any moment, sitting like an unloved house cat in front of the whole neighborhood. I knew she would have to give in eventually.
When the door opened though, it wasn't Scarlet. It was our daughter, Genevieve. She started laughing as soon as she saw me, and I pushed past her before she could even think of closing that door again. I marched right into the kitchen where I knew Scarlet would be, and shook as much of the water off as I could.
“Jesus Christ, Matt!” she jumped out of her seat at the table, sending the chair tipping backward across the kitchen. “You have to win everything, don’t you?” she folded her arms across her chest, glaring down at me. I huffed impatiently, shaking my head. What did she expect? She left me outside! “What is it, then? You better not even say sex or anything of that manner because you will not get it!”
I mustered the quietest noise I could, somewhere between a whimper and a roar. I knew she would understand, she is half lion herself. I just wanted to be dried off, and to talk the rest of this out with her, to get it over with and move on. She sighed, lowering her head in defeat. I followed her up the stairs and into the bathroom. She closed the door behind us and went under the sink for the hair dryer. She plugged it in and sat down on the toilet, starting to dry my back. I shook once more, happy to have the heat drying the rain.
When she got to my mane, she used a comb to make sure there were no knots or mats in it. She set the blow dryer on the sink afterwards, and ran her fingers through my warm and dry fur. I started to purr softly, resting my head on her knee. I looked up at her before closing my eyes and sitting in front of her.
“I’m sorry.” She said softly.
“I am as well, baby.” I continued to purr softly. She started to stand, so I moved out of her way. I followed her into the bedroom, and watched as she lay on the bed. I jumped onto the bed and carefully spooned behind her. As I held her in my large arms, I changed back into my human form. She cuddled into me more, sighing contently. “I love you.” It was a quiet whisper as I used my foot to pull the blanket over my now naked body, and I covered her as well. That was a down side to all of this. I could go into lion form at any time, and I was fine. But to go from lion to human? Different story! I couldn't do that in front of the kids.
“I love you, Matthew,” She whispered softly.
“Do you think that Genevieve and Junior will be accepting of a little one roaming in their home?” I ran my fingers over the soft skin of her arm, sniffing her hair with delight.
“Well, whether or not they like it, we can’t exactly prevent it now can we?” she teased with a slight giggle. I had to agree, it was a little late for the “prevention” part of it!
“You are very right about that! I wonder what it will be.” This was starting to excite me! Another lion to add to my pride, god damn was I a happy man! And to think this is what we were arguing about earlier.
“We won’t know until he or she is born.” This was the way we liked it we could prepare all we wanted, but we wouldn't know the sex until she had it. I let my hand instinctively trail down to her stomach. Before I realized what was happening, I was back in lion form, and I let my claws dig deep into the flesh of my wife’s abdomen.
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