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Who: Khem, Jason
When: A few months after returning from WW married.
What:...cravings.

It was one of those nights. A night where she woke up after a nap (she only napped at night these days, as she preferred when Jason could be home to cuddle) and actually poked the cellphone. She only ever set it on speaker, she didn't like holding it to her ear and yawned, "can you bring home a mouse and a hamster?" THESE THINGS SHOULD BE OBTAINABLE RIGHT?

She wanted them.

No...wanted.

NOW.

Within a day at least, yes.

"Gimme," she yawned into the phone and hung up to 'nap' again. She was...irrationally tired since the third month yes. Likely, as as a healer, she knew it was due to her malnutrition and still too thin frame. Her body delivering nutrients to the critical issue instead of bothering with day to day life but STILL.

Still. Dear gods she wanted a mouse in her claws.

So much.

So. SO much.

A hand delivered mouse.

Hee.

No idea why she wanted a hamster yet. It wasn't a mouse. Damn and curse her brain in this event!

Hopefully Jason loved her?

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A mouse.
And a hamster.

Jason rubbed at his face tiredly and looked at his phone.
11:00pm.

Was any place still open this late? He could probably find a mouse somewhere even if the stores were closed, right? Mice were always a problem pest, especially in cities. But then again, mice were always a problem pest in cities; the last thing he needed was to be feeding his pregnant wife a poisoned mouse.

And where the fuck did hamsters even come from besides the store? He realized that he didn't even know.

He sighed and put his phone back in his pocket and closed up Jean Claude's office. He had to give a few notes to the guys before they left the club for the night and he was going to stop by the Circus to go over some meeting notes with Jean Claude. At least tonight wasn't all new guys: he still wasn't used to the nervous way they interacted with him when he was giving notes. One of the newer guys, Ethan, was one of the few that didn't: like a lot of the rats he was ex-military and he seemed almost amused by the attitude from the younger dancers.

"Jason, is that desk working you that hard? You look like shit." Ethan smirked at him from his dressing spot mirror.

He snorted in amusement and shook his head. "I'd get a lot more rest if I didn't have to keep coming to the gym to show y'all what you're doing wrong."

Ethan gestured to the bills on his counter. "They don't seem to mind half as much as you do."

"Tomorrow night at ten, ok? I want a chance to work with you before you go on again."

Ethan made a face. "Can't we do it tonight? I had plans tomorrow."

Jason sighed in resignation. "Yeah, fine. So long as you bust ass and pick this up quick: I need to get home."

"Everything ok, Jay?" Stephen asked worriedly, just stepping out of the shower.

"Yeah, no it's ok: Khem gets some weird cravings and I really try to get the things she wants when she has an appetite, you know? She's still so thin."

There was some nodding and snickering from around the room. "What's she want this time?"

"A mouse and a hamster."

The snickering grew to laughs. "No wonder shifters don't usually get pregnant."

Jason shot him a look. "You laugh, I'm the one who needs to somehow find a mouse and a hamster after hours."

"I've got mice."

Jason turned, a look of disbelief on his face as he stared at Ethan. "You. Have mice."

"Yeah. They're feeder mice, but I keep the live ones. For my snake."

More eyes turned to stare at Ethan and he chuckled. "What? I've always liked snakes. And the irony of a rat having a pet snake."

That was how Jason ended up walking up to their apartment at dawn with a small cardboard box containing two small feeder mice and an apology that he couldn't get a hamster.

He'd get a nap in before trying the pet stores if she really wanted that hamster...

She was up and sipping a mug of milk when he got home? She tried to be awake when he got home! This whole pregnancy bit was utterly messing up any semblance of a schedule she had though. Meh.

MEH.

Home meant she could go hug him though yes! "Welcome home."

Thankfully he didn't have to stay out this late every night.

He smiled, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her softly. "Good morning, beautiful. I told you you don't have to wait up for me."

She cuddled against his chest after the kiss and yawned, "like being awake with you, and the Nana's shooed me out of the shop earlier today." Grumpppp.

Jason chuckled. "Good. That's why we keep the Nana's around, so you don't overdo it."

Even grumpy Khemrys was adorable and he couldn't help but smile. He held up the box to her. "So, I hope you won't be too mad: the shops weren't open and I couldn't get my hands on a hamster. Yet. I can try this afternoon if you want. But...I got these for you. Nice, fresh, and clean."

"It's MY shop!" grummmp!

Ohhhh, wait, look, box! Box that scrabbled in panic when she poked it! "I don't know why I want a hamster but, mmmm, mouse....gonna catch a mouse..." Resting her nose on the edge of the carton and threatening them? Oh yes.

Wait. She wanted fur and claws for that.

"And they will run it just how you want." Well. For the most part; they were Nanas after all...

He couldn't help but laugh at her excitement over the box. "Courtesy of Ethan. He said you can have dibs on the live mice over his pet snake anytime you want." His smile faded somewhat. "Wait, you want them right now? In the apartment?"

Well, she was a skilled hunter...and he doubted they could get too far in the apartment that it would be a problem...

"One at a time, though, ok? I only have the two until the pet stores open."

"Thanks Ethan," she cooed, nose still on the edge of the box. "Yes, now!" Absolutely now!

"...no wait, no minute from now." So she could get her claws out! "It won't escaaaape!" She could promise that! It would try, but sure, one at a time. Hmmph. Time to shift and crouch on the edge of the couch, watching him expectantly.

It still made his heart race with panic for a moment each time she shifted; it was sort of hard-wired into him knowing how pregnancies tended to go with lycanthropes. But she wasn't shy with her form and her world's shifting was certainly much kinder.

He stared at her for a long moment, admiring her. "Gorgeous," he murmured. He set the box on the counter and pulled one of the mice out. "Ow! Don't bite me, you little shit, I'm not the one who's going to eat you." He held it up for Khemrys to see and then let it loose on the floor, leaning back against the counter to watch.

She was still too thin in this form too but the round of her belly was obvious and healthy? It made the crouching leap from the couch arm to the place the mouse dropped to a little less elegant than she liked, but that just meant she had to bat the mouse around between chair legs.

Poor thing.

Tasty though by the time she gave it a decent ending and rolled on her back to lick her claws happily!

A normal person should be put off by this...

Jason chuckled, watching her like a proud parent. ....shit, which he was going to be...
"You hungry enough for the second one now? Or do you want to save it?"

In answer to that she rolled to her feet and came to curl around his legs, head resting against his hip as she batted big, gollld eyes at him? And chirped?

Hopefully that translated well?

He wasn't going to let the other one bite him, especially as it no doubt heard the fate of its comrade. He reached down and gently caressed her head as it rested against his hip, then leaned down and set the opened box on the floor.

There was a scurrying in the box as it wobbled, and Jason tipped it on its side with his foot.

She nibbled his fingers in amusement to the petting and gave a chuffing laugh at his caution with the box. She WANTED to job it, but well, she coooouuld be patient! Honest! Sure she had little aborted twitches as she watched it fall over, and she was WIGGLY but she gave it a ten count to scurry around!

IT MADE IT ALL THE WAY TO THE HALLLWAY HAHAHAHHA! Sadly it made the bad choice of darting into the bathroom with slick tile and limited hiding spaces! And that was how she ended up tackling the poor thing and ending up curled in the bathtub as she savored the mouse in her mouth!

He was honestly trying not to laugh as he watched her twitch in anticipation and then dart down the hallway. He lost the battle when he heard the scrabbling and commotion on the bathroom tile. When he was finally able to control himself, he leaned in the doorway, still snickering. "Feel better now?"

"Prrrrt!" she finished licking her lips and sat up in tub to wash her fur carefully before switching back. "Mmm, much better, thank you my Jason."

He beamed at her and held a hand out to help her out of the tub.

"Maybe someday we get a real place. With, like, a yard and trees. You can go out and catch squirrels or birds." Proper hunting, whenever she wanted.

She accepted the hand up and leaned up to kiss him again, "mmm, do you want a yard my Jason? A wood to wander?"

He lingered against her lips, chuckling at the taste of mouse on them. "I think it could be nice? We could have a place to shift and run if we wanted." He shrugged gently. "And you know, two kids in this apartment, it might get a little cramped when they start moving around."

Or even before: between the lycanthrope community and Jean Claude and his people, they were already starting to accumulate 'little things for the babies'.

With a proper baby shower their apartment could probably feature on an episode of Hoarders.

"Hmmmm," she considered, trying to think about that, "we wouldst need a place...with nearby bus?" As she did not drive but would have to get to the shop? Often?

But a wood would be nice...

"And this apartment mights be kept for Requiem, and such as visit from my world?" she offered, considering. "Mayhap if any in our employee had emergency need..."

He considered that. "We can see. But I'm sure we could find rides for you if I couldn't drive you. But yeah, we could still have the apartment for Requiem or whoever. We could even make sure we build in a dual-purpose safe room in the basement."

He pulled her close, resting his cheek contentedly against her hair. "Whatever you want, Khem; we'll make it work."

"I wish to continue to run this shop," she admitted soberly. "I have missed it, and now I am oft shooed away..." and that made her sad.

"If that...does not worry you? Wouldst you wish I am home with our children rather than bringing them here?" She hadn't thought to ask!

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