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I walked into the main entrance, which had amazing stairs that split into to halfway up, and then ran along the walls only to meet again at the third floor, with a flat part on opposite side of the room to indicate the second floor. I was in complete awe as i stared at the complexity of his entrance. 'i wonder what the rest of the house looks like....' I thought.

"So," he said pulling me up the stairs to the second floor which was mainly the living space and practically threw me onto the couch with his well defined muscled arms, "want to start our art project?"

".......huh?" I said a bit embarrassed at myself for staring. He chuckled and sat next to me then continued, "well we have to do something that we both agree on and it has to represent our most cherished thing, well?"

"Well," i thought as he scooted closer to me, almost being thigh to thigh together. I then, pulled my bag up to the couch. And inside was a blanket that i'd never let leave my possession.

"This is a special blanket," i said as i pulled out a small baby blanket with roses designed on it. And in the corner was some stuff stitched on it. It was my name and a very meaningful sentence. And i started to tear up as i thought in silence.

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*POV SHIFT* (Jaylin)

I just watched him pull out a small baby blanket with roses designed on it. That's when i noticed, something was stitched on the corner. It was a name and something else. And it said "Travis, our baby, our world, our family" and had a heart in the very corner underneath the words.

"This is a very very special blanket," he said as he looked up at me with those gorgeous big blue eyes, "i was found wrapped up in this blanket when i was a little puppy."

"You're adopted?" I asked.

"Yeah," he softly replied. I looked at him. His soft white husky fur. His beautiful blue and mint green highlighted hair. His SUPER fluffy and long tail. He is a masterpiece of art. Molded by angels, brought to life, and then sent down from above by a magical winged horse to be brought to my doorstep, on my couch. There was no doubt in my mind. I was falling in love with him. That's when I noticed his tears.

'Oh dear lord help me! He's even cuter when crying!! But I can't stand to see him like this. It's killing me too.' I thought.

Then i had a stroke of genius. 'I'll cheer him up!!'

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*POV SHIFT* (Travis)

I was feeling a little giddy with myself. I just told someone i don't even know that well, a HELL of a lot about me. 'Can i trust him?' I thought.

Then he sprang up and from the couch and looked at me,"i HATE seeing people cry! Wait here," He said, "i'll be right back!" And ran off up a flight of stairs to the third floor.

'What?' i thought, 'what could he possibly have had planned to run off like that?' Drying my tears, I got up and walked to the stairs. I looked along the wall where the stairs joined together at the third floor. I walked up the flight of stairs, getting even more anxious with every step. As i reached the third floor, there was a hallway that had doors lined up along the sides, and the end led to a door that had the faintest of sound coming from it. As I neared the door on the end i got more anxious and nervous. When i got to the door i reached for the knob, only for it to swing open. Causing me to make a loud audible, "YIP," and fall flat on my butt. Jaylin saw this and laughed.

"Hey! I was just about to go get you!" he said as he pulled me into the room, literally making me fly off of my butt and into his arms. i was pressed against his chest, eyes closed, comprehending what just happened. I opened my eyes and, hes STILL not wearing a shirt. Here i was, pressed into his big, bare, built lynx cat chest. I blushed so hard, made my fur went from white to pink almost instantly. I jumped up to my feet as fast as i could, but ended up falling on my butt (again) in pain of landing on my tail.

The feeling of pain and embarrassment was overwhelming, enough so to make me want to run out the house, back into my car, and drive far away. But Jaylin picking me up from the floor and hugging me snapped me out of the daydream.

"I want you to know that when i first saw you, I've instantly wanted to get know you," he whispered into my ear, "and now that I've gotten to know you, i want you to know that i will never let any harm come to you."

"Wow Jaylin. I'm very thankful but..." I began attempting to flee the awkward moment. "Hey, you can trust me," he interrupted

At that exact moment the music shifted from a dancing fast pace song to a slower, more romantic song, 'god DAMN it! Of all the dumb timings... still he's trying so hard to get to know me,' I thought.

"You really want to get to know me? I'm so not worth the time," I said with my bowed to the floor.

"Travis," he began, "if you tell me, and you don't have to if you really don't want to, I will never tell a soul." His eyes gazed into my own, seemingly staring into my soul.

"Alright but sit down, it's a long story.

"We moved into the room next door and found a comfy couch to sit on. I sprawled out on top of it and rested my head on his lap. "When I was 2 my parents had left me and my two sisters, them being 10 and 11 having to raise me. Life was a struggle for the next couple of years but on my 4th birthday they had made a decision, or so was in my note with me, that they could no longer take care of me and themselves and would love it if a caring family would take me in. That was of course not the case." I began the long painful story. It brought tears to my eyes to tell it.

"My tail was so abnormally long and fluffy that I was seen as a freak to my first adopters. So they wrote another note saying almost the same stuff about how they want a caring family to take care of me. Never mentioning that I was an abomination and not wanted in a family of pure breeds. I was called a mutt, half breed, halfling, abomination, freak, every nasty name you could think of. And for years I would bounce arond houses. Stay for a couple of days then be left on another step. I was about 6 when someone finally took me in. I was already walking and could talk broken sentences saying how I never really was taught proper language. And this family is the one I'm currently with."

I finished my story and he just stared at me with awe, "the worst part is," I began again, "is that my sisters really and truly thought I'd be ok with my first house," as I finished he got up and pulled me close to his chest.

" I can porbaly not mend the years of pain, but my promise remains strong, I will NEVER let you hurt like that again," he said as I once again stared into his beautiful eyes. He caught me by surprise by leaning in to kiss me. And as I regained myself, tears of joy were shed. And for once in my life, I felt warm, safe, and loved