#parentfic

Sunlight filters through gauzy curtains, pale and warm, striping the bed in gold. The window is cracked just enough to let summer air drift in – fresh grass, distant water from the stream beyond the trees, something floral and wild.

Y/N is half-buried in sheets, one leg tangled with Isadora’s, bare skin warm and relaxed in that delicious way that only comes after a rare, uninterrupted night of sleep.

Isadora is already awake.

She always is.

Her curls are loose and wild against the pillow, dark and soft, one ringed lock brushing Y/N’s shoulder as she leans in. She presses her mouth to Y/N’s skin – slow, unhurried kisses along her shoulder, her upper back, the curve of her neck. Not trying to wake her so much as remind her.

“Mm,” Y/N hums, shifting closer on instinct, eyes still closed. “Isa…”

Isadora smiles against her skin. “Good morning, sweetheart.”

She kisses her again, softer this time, then murmurs an estimate: “We have an hour.”

That gets Y/N’s eyes fluttering open.

“An hour?” she asks sleepily, lips curving. “You’re certain?”

“Very.” Isadora nudges her nose along Y/N’s jaw, teasing. “Leo and Stella stayed up far too late stargazing with you last night. They won’t stir for a while.”

Y/N laughs quietly, rolling onto her back, sheets slipping lower in a way that makes Isadora’s gaze darken – fond, appreciative, hungry in that slow, married way.

“Well,” Y/N says, voice still thick with sleep, “that would be rude to waste.”

Isadora hums her agreement, leaning down to kiss her properly this time – unhurried, familiar, all warmth and promise. They trade lazy kisses, murmured teasing, Isadora whispering praise into Y/N’s skin that makes her flush and bury her face in Isadora’s neck.

The world is quiet. No feet pounding down the hall. No voices calling for breakfast.

Just them. Sheets. Sunlight. Love.

Until-

“Mama!”

The door flies open.

Stella Capri stands there in her pajamas, curls a perfect mirror of Isadora’s – chaotic, defiant, glorious – hands on her hips like she’s caught them doing something deeply suspicious.

Isadora groans softly and rolls away, already sitting up. “Good morning, darling.”

Y/N squeaks, scrambling for the sheet, absolutely not decent enough to greet a toddler.

Stella squints. “Mommy's naked.”

“Thank you for the observation,” Isadora says mildly, already swinging her legs out of bed. “Go wash your hands. I’ll start breakfast.”

Stella beams. “Pancakes?”

Isadora smiles. “Your favorite.”

That’s all it takes.

Stella is gone in a flash, feet thundering down the hall.

Y/N collapses back against the pillows, laughing. “That was too close.”

Isadora leans down, kisses her once more – slow, lingering, meant only for her. “Get dressed, pretty girl. I’ll save you fruit.”

---

Y/N throws on the cotton shorts and tank top hanging off the chair, hair twisted into a messy bun that’s already threatening rebellion. She pads down the hall barefoot, pausing when she hears laughter drifting from the kitchen.

Isadora and Stella.

The sound wraps around her chest, warm and grounding.

When she reaches the twin's room, she moves softly. He’s curled in on himself, thumb near his mouth, lashes dark against his cheeks.

“Hey, baby,” she whispers, sitting on the side of his bed. “Morning.”

He stirs, frowns, then reaches for her immediately.

“Mommy…” His voice is small, still half in dreams.

“I’ve got you,” she murmurs, lifting him easily onto her hip. He tucks his face into her neck, heavy with sleep. “Mama’s making breakfast.”

“Pancakes?” he asks, hopeful even through the fog.

She smiles. “With strawberries.”

That does it.

By the time she carries him into the kitchen, Isadora looks up – and melts.

Her eyes soften at the sight of them: Y/N all rumpled and warm, Leo clinging to her like she’s his anchor. Stella is already at the table, face smeared with batter somehow, curls bouncing as she chatters.

“Good morning, sweetheart,” Isadora says quietly, stepping close to press a kiss to Y/N’s cheek. “Good morning, honey.”

Leo slides out of Y/N’s arms the second he sees his plate.

Y/N and Isadora lean against the counter together, sharing a bowl of cut fruit. Isadora passes her tea without a word, steam curling between them.

“Thank you,” Y/N murmurs, kissing her cheek in return.

Isadora tilts her head. “What do you want to do today?”

Y/N shrugs, sleepy smile tugging at her mouth. “Just want to be close to you.”

Isadora smirks, stepping closer. “Feeling soft after last night?”

Y/N laughs, nudging her. “Isa-”

They kiss anyway, quick and sweet, until-

“Ewwww!” Stella groans. “That’s gross!”

Isadora laughs. “Oh? Is it, darling?”

“I’m sorry, baby,” Y/N says solemnly, teasingly, holding back her laugh.

Isadora wraps an arm around her waist. “Can’t help it when your mommy’s so beautiful.”

She gives Y/N an exaggerated kiss, sealed with a mwah, just to make Stella squeal.

Worth it.

---

The day drifts by in pieces.

By late morning, everyone is finally dressed. The sun higher and bolder, heat settling into the ground like a held breath.

The four of them drift outside barefoot, the back door left wide open. Stella bolts ahead immediately, curls bouncing, shrieking something half-formed and delighted. Leo lags behind, crouching near the edge of the grass.

"Bug." He announces with deep concentration.

"A very important one?" Y/N asks, crouching beside him.

He nods. "I think he lives here."

"Well," Isadora says, slipping her hand into Y/N's as she stands back up, "we should be good guests then".

They wander through the field slowly, Y/N's dress brushing her thighs teasingly with every step. Isadora's fingers tighten around hers, thumb brushing her knuckles.

"You're enjoying yourself," Y/N murmurs, amused.

Isadora leans in, voice low. "You look unfairly beautiful in summer."

Y/N hums. "That sounded like a compliment."

"It was a warning," Isadora replies, eyes flicking deliberately to her hemline, pulling her closer by the small of her back. "You're distracting... dangerous."

Y/N laughs, swatting her. “Behave.”

“Trying.”

Ahead of them, Stella suddenly charges at Leo, who squeals and takes off running.

"Stella!" Isadora calls. "Darling- gentle!"

"I am gentle!" Stella yells back, running faster to catch up to him.

It's a good five seconds before Stella trips over herself, down into the grass.

There's a moment - too quiet - before both of them start crying. Stella more startled than hurt, Leo teary on her behalf.

Y/N is there first, hands quick and careful, brushing grass from Stella's curls. "Hey, hey- baby, I've got you."

Isadora drops beside them once gathering Leo in her arms, her presence steady and grounding. "Are you hurt?" She reached over, wiping a tear from Stella's cheeks.

Stella sniffles, collapsing dramatically into Y/Ns arms, small hands gripping her Mommy's necklace, "I didn't mean to."

"I know," Isadora murmurs softly.

Leo's lip wobbles. "She fell."

Isadora squeezes him close "and you're very sweet to worry."

"It was just a surprise," Y/N added, pressing a kiss to Stella's hairline, "You're okay though, aren't you baby?"

Stella looks up, big watery eyes, nodding, "Yes mommy – I'm okay Leo," turning to look at her brother before hiding her face in Y/N neck.

Within minutes, they’re both quiet again – warm, clingy, exhausted in that specific midday way.

Isadora glances at the sky. "Lunch?"

Two small heads lift instantly in agreement.

---

Lunch is simple – cool fruit, little sandwiches cut into uneven shapes, water cups sweating onto the table. The kids grow slower with every bite, eyelids drooping.

Y/N watches them fondly. “Nap time is going to be easy.”

Isadora smiles. “Famous last words.”

But it is easy.

And by the time the house is quiet again, Isadora sits at the piano bench and pats the space beside her. “Come here.”

Y/N does, leaning into her shoulder as Isadora plays gentle, wandering notes, Y/N trying to add to the melody.

“You’re off-key,” Isadora murmurs.

“I’m... expressing myself,” Y/N replies.

Isadora chuckles. “After all these years, still hopeless.”

“Sounds like a teaching issue.”

Isadora’s voice drops. “Are you calling me a bad teacher?”

Y/N’s breath hitches – but she rallies. “I’m saying the responsibility isn’t always entirely on the student. It's shared.”

Isadora turns fully toward her, one hand sliding to Y/N’s waist, thumb pressing gently into warm skin. “Oh really.”

Y/N hums, leaning in, "really."

They kiss–

slow and unhurried, like they’ve got nowhere else to be. Isadora’s mouth is warm, familiar, her hand firm at Y/N’s waist, pulling her closer until Y/N’s fingers slide up into her curls, tugging lightly.

Isadora makes a soft sound into the kiss, barely there.

Then–

“Mama? Mommy?” Leo calls from upstairs, voice drifting down, sleepy and small

They pull back, foreheads touching, both smiling.

"I'll go," Y/N whispers, stealing one last kiss. "You stay."

---

Leo doesn't go back to sleep. Cranky but comforted quickly, curling into Y/N’s side on the floor while they work on a jigsaw puzzle together.

“This one?” he says, frowning.

“Try turning it,” Y/N suggests gently.

It fits. His face lights up.

When Isadora comes back from her shower – hair damp, curls tighter, t-shirt clinging slightly – she stops dead in the doorway.

Y/N is on the floor with both twins now.

Paint everywhere.

Stella is proudly holding up blue-stained hands. Leo has green smudges on his cheeks. Y/N has streaks across her arms, her hair, her face.

Isadora’s heart does something ridiculous in her chest.

“…I left you alone for fifteen minutes,” she says faintly.

Y/N looks up, sheepish and glowing. “Art happened.”

Stella beams. “Mommy let us be messy!”

Isadora crouches, brushing paint from Stella’s cheeks. "I can see that, darling,” she says softly, smiling, “what did you make this time?”

---

By evening, the sofa is full.

Stella is curled tight against Y/N’s side, fingers fisted in the fabric of her dress. Leo is tucked into Isadora’s side, head resting against her shoulder, Isadora’s arm secure around him.

Frozen plays softly.

“I miss winter,” Leo murmurs.

“I like summer,” Stella replies, thoughtful. “But I like snow.”

“Mommy,” Leo asks, eyes half-lidded, “can we make Olaf when it snows?”

Y/N smiles. “Of course, but it won't snow for a while now, sorry baby.”

“Could make him.” Leo suggests.

"With Mama's white stuff." Stella adds.

Isadora frowns gently. “My white what, darling?”

“The nail balls,” Leo says helpfully, knowing his sister's mind.

Y/N laughs quietly. “We can make Olaf tomorrow then.”

“Tomorrow?” Stella perks up.

“Yes,” Y/N looks down into Stella's eyes. “How about we do a Frozen day?”

“Olaf?!” one asks.

“Movies?!” the other asks.

Y/N nods before smiling, looking at the twins excited faces. “And... snow cones?”

"Really?!" They both squeal happily.

Isadora doesn’t speak right away.

She watches Y/N instead – the way she leans in instinctively, how the twins orbit her without thinking, how she turns an offhand suggestion into something that feels like a promise of magic. Something safe.

Then Isadora smiles, slow, fond, and unmistakably proud.

“Well,” she says, voice warm and certain, reaching out to smooth Leo’s hair before letting her hand rest briefly over Y/N’s thigh, grounding and intimate, “if your Mommy says tomorrow is a Frozen day, then it is.”

Her gaze lifts to Y/N’s face, softening even further. “She’s very good at making the ordinary feel special. You two are very lucky. We all are.”

Y/N’s breath catches – just a little.

Colour blooms across her cheeks, creeping up toward her ears. She ducks her head instinctively, embarrassed in that quiet, pleased way, lips curving despite herself.

“Isa,” she murmurs, half a laugh, half a protest.

Isadora’s thumb presses lightly where her hand still rests, a silent I mean it.

The twins glow at the praise like it’s theirs too.

“But,” Isadora adds gently, slipping back into her Mama voice, “Frozen days work best when everyone gets lots of sleep.”

Leo blinks slowly. “Early bed?”

“Mhm,” Isadora nods. “We’ll pause the movie here, get cozy in bed, and tomorrow we finish it together. Olaf, snow cones – all of it.”

Stella considers this very seriously, then sighs. “Okay… but only because it’s Frozen Day.”

Leo nods with solemn agreement. “Tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow,” Y/N echoes, still flushed, kissing Stella’s temple as Isadora pulls Leo a little closer.

“Promise.”

---

Upstairs, the twins share a bed for stories.

Y/N sits wedged between them, back against the headboard, both warm bottles balanced carefully in her hands. Leo curls into her side immediately, small and instinctive, his head tucked beneath her chin as if he’s done it a thousand times before. Stella lies fully, feet resting in Isadora’s lap where she’s perched farther down the bed, knees bent, book open in her hands.

It’s close. A little tangled. Perfect.

Isadora reads in her low, steady voice, each word measured, unhurried. It fills the room like a lullaby, smooth and grounding, and Y/N feels herself sag into it without meaning to. Her eyes grow heavy as she strokes Leo’s hair absentmindedly, thumb tracing slow circles at his temple.

Stella’s toes flex once, twice, then go still against Isadora’s thigh.

By the third page, Leo’s breathing evens out. By the last, Stella’s lashes flutter once and settle.

Isadora closes the book softly.

For a moment, none of them move.

Then Isadora carefully shifts, rising just enough to lift Leo from Y/N’s side. He stirs, a quiet sound of protest leaving his throat, but doesn’t wake as Isadora carries him to his own bed across the room. She tucks him in with practiced ease, smoothing the blanket, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

Y/N leans down and kisses Stella’s brow, lingering there a second longer, breathing her in.

They swap.

Isadora crosses the room to Stella’s side, brushing curls back from her face, kissing her temple. Y/N mirrors her with Leo, soft and reverent.

As Isadora straightens, Stella stirs faintly.

“Mama…” she murmurs, eyes still closed. “Piano tomorrow?”

Isadora smiles, brushing her thumb gently through those familiar curls. “For you, anything.”

Stella hums, already drifting again.

At the door, Y/N reaches out and catches Isadora’s hand, fingers lacing together without looking. They pause, turning back once more – two parents silhouetted in the doorway, hearts full to the brim.

Then Isadora closes the door softly, and the house settles around them - warm, safe, with love.

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My hearttttttt 🥹

I miss summer and baby sitting and yeah - this came naturally and AH I think I've officially melted... like Olaf 😭

Oh and I chose the names Stella and Leo coz Isadora is a werewolf and it felt very fitting ⭐💙

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Much luv & thx!

Sleepily, they hummed and let him guide them back to their pillow. Once assured that they’d stay, he swung his legs over the edge of the bed and tucked his feet into his slippers before trudging his way to the crib across the room. As he peered down over the edge, he found his daughter fidgeting and snuffling softly, on the verge of full on crying.

“Come here,” he whispered as he scooped her up and into his arms. “There you are, love.”

He looked her over quickly. She didn’t seem to need a change and she literally just ate. March frowned, then sighed. “You woke up alone and that scared you, huh?” And as if to answer, her head lolled into his chest as her babbles died down. He tried to ignore how his heart fluttered at the ease with which his daughter trusted him. After a beat, he softly hummed. “Don’t worry, I’ve got you.”

Pausing, he looked over his shoulder to see his partner sleeping soundly, much to his relief. Good, they deserved it.

“Let’s go sit on the couch. Does that sound good?”

As expected, there was no answer but that didn’t stop him from smiling softly before quietly, carefully making his way to the main room and settling down on the couch near the fireplace. Its coals had been banked so the light was low but it still radiated a gentle and soothing warmth. Slowly, he began to rock the babe in his arms, the movement helping lull her into deeper sleep and keep him awake. Unfortunately, she struggled to stay asleep, the quiet too loud. He found himself needing to suppress a chuckle, worried that the jolting movement would wake her up completely.

“You don’t like the silence much either? Can’t say I blame you. Feels lonely.” He watched her eyes slowly shut to the sound of his voice. “I used to be alright with that. Long ago. But then someone wormed their way into my life and I’ve found it difficult to go back. But you’ll never have to be alone, not if you don’t want to. We’ll always be here for you. However you need.”

She began to drool slightly and he shifted so he could catch it with his finger, wiping it lazily on his pants. He’d gotten used to the grosser parts of parenting already by necessity. He was about to reach out again when she grasped his finger in her tiny little fist and a warmth flushed through his body.

“I’ll be there for you. Every step of the way. I’ll support you in everything. I’ll fight your battles. I’ll keep you safe. Just be safe, be kind.” His whispered words almost came out like a prayer, a plea. When he and his partner had first gotten married, he thought that was the peak of what love could feel like, but now he knew better. Love could always grow, it never ran out. Even when his heart felt like it could burst in moments like right now. “We love you so much. I love you more than I could have imagined.”

The Other Life

It was Castiel’s idea to adopt a little baby girl. He and Dean agreed to raise Elizabeth as normal as possible without her knowing what they are and what they do. Well, rather what they had been doing. They live in a small unknown town in Kansas. Dean has a job at the local garage now and Castiel works at the supermarket. They only occasionally hunt, like when they are specifically asked by people to help them out.

But since they had the baby they could only work part time and took turns in staying at home, taking care of little Beth and of course have the weekends off. It was their family time then. Sometimes Sam came over to help out or when he needs help with a case.

It was inevitable that when their daughter became older she started to ask questions. Why she had two daddies and where her mommy was. When she was old enough to understand, Dean and Cas told her that her mother gave her away for adoption because she couldn’t take care of her. They also explained to her that it doesn’t always have to be a man and a woman who can fall in love and want to have a family. Beth understood that because they had a few gay friends, men and women.

As a teenager Beth didn’t believe the stories she was told about ghosts and monsters anymore and wanted to know why there was a salt line on her window sill.

“It’s for protection, honey,” Dean tells her. “It keeps evil spirits and demons out.” “You’re crazy,” the teenage girl says. Dean sighs. “I know you think it’s all superstition, but you can never know.” She rolls her eyes. “Okay.” She only asked again when she found these strange symbols in some places in the house and Beth starts to think their fathers are hiding something from her.

The doorbell rings and Castiel goes and opens the door. “Beth!” Dean calls upstairs. He has to call two more times before the sixteen year old girl finally comes downstairs and greets uncle Sam and Gabriel. Beth is secretly happy that Sam’s lover Gabriel brings her sweets every time they visit. She says she is too old, but takes them gratefully anyway. And Gabriel knows.

Usually Beth goes back to her room and leaves the adults to whatever they have to discuss and she had never been interested very much. But this time is different. She waits a few minutes in her room and then sneaks out as quiet as she can, walks in her socks down to the living room and presses her ear against the door. She can hear everything.

The girl is not sure what to make of what she is hearing. Sam came to ask Dean for help on a case because Gabriel is not so much experienced as a hunter. Beth didn’t know that Dean had been hunting. Soon she realizes they aren’t talking about hunting deer or any animals at all.

She hears Dean laughing. “If he’s at least half as bad as Cas at interrogating…” Since he doesn’t continue Beth can imagine the glare Dean gets from Cas very well.

Sam clears his throat. “Dean, this is a big thing. We can’t risk the life of more people. There are already too many victims. Whatever it is, we have to stop it fast before the case gets too much attention. But we need help. From the best.”

Beth can’t believe what she hears. Victims? What the hell are they talking about?

“Then you’re at the right address.” Dean declares.

“Cas?” Gabriel now says, Beth can hear that he is still chewing on his gum. “Have you heard anything from any of our brothers? You said you still have contact with some of them.”

“I’m sorry,” Cas answers. “As a human it is not so easy to get in contact with them anymore. I haven’t heard from them in a while. But I try and ask them if they have any information that can help with the case.” “Thanks, Cas.” Sam says.

Now Beth hears footsteps and her heartbeat begins to race. Quickly she runs into the kitchen as Cas opens the door and she can hear Gabriel say loudly, “I have the tingling feeling that someone was eavesdropping.” Then he chuckles and the girl froze. “What have you heard?” Castiel’s deep voice startles her. She drops her head. Cas approaches her, puts a finger underneath her chin and makes her look up at him. “Everything,” she mutters with guilt in her voice. Then Dean also appears in the kitchen. “I’m sorry,” Beth says, “But I wanted to know what you are always talking about, and what those symbols are, what aren’t you telling me? I’m old enough to know don’t you think?” She crosses her arms over her chest. Dean sighs and Cas smiles. “I guess we have to tell her now.” Dean nods and sits down at the kitchen table. That is going to be a long conversation.

“What about the case?” Cas asks. “Yeah, right” Dean sighs. “Listen, Beth,” Castiel’s blue eyes look fondly down at his daughter. “ We’re going to explain you everything later. But now we have this important job to do.” Beth pouts and goes back to her room and slams the door. Dean is tense and about to go after her. Cas puts a hand on Deans shoulder. “She will calm down and then we’ll tell her.” Dean nodded and they go back to the others.

The following week Beth is only talking to Cas when it is necessary or to ask about their job and his answer always is that she has to wait until Dean is back.

When Dean, Sam and Gabriel finally return from the hunt Cas pulls Dean in a long tight hug. Then he looks the hunter over, he has a few scratches, but nothing severe and Castiel is relieved. That he isn’t able to heal Dean with his angelic powers is what Cas hates most about not being an angel anymore.

When Beth hears that they are back it is a welcomed reason to leave her math homework. She  greets and hugs Dean as well and immediately asks tons of questions. “Okay, okay. But let me get a shower first.” Dean answers with a laugh.

Later they sat all around the kitchen table. Beth looks at all of them in anticipation. She was not sure what to expect, what they are going to reveal to her and she was also a little anxious.

“Alright.” Dean starts and Cas squeeze his arm to encourage him. “First: We’re hunters. Sam and I. Always have been. We hunt all sorts of evil things, like ghosts, vampires, demons and that kind. And those two,” he points at Cas and Gabriel, “They are angels. Well, more like ex-angels since Cas is now human and Gabriel has given up heavenly duty and is hiding among the humans. Or behind Sam.” “Hey,” Gabriel shoots Dean an annoyed look and purses his lips. “I’m not hiding. I only want them to think I’m dead. Lucy did me a favor.”

Beth looks at them with wide eyes. “You’re kidding,” she laughed.” Dean shakes his head. “Nope.”

“It’s true.” Sam adds.

“I don’t believe you.” Beth says. “You’re just making fun of me.”

“Then how about this?” Gabriel says and snaps his fingers before Sam can stop him. “Gabe!”

In the blink of an eye, they suddenly are outside sitting on the grass by a lake. Beth looks around stunned, mouth agape, eyes wide. “How?”

“Gabriel is also a trickster.” Cas explains.

“He has some extra playing god powers.” Dean chuckles. “Can be very annoying.”

Sam nods. Gabriel rolls his eyes and ignores them. “Wait a second… ah,” He snaps his fingers again and there’s a blanket and a huge picnic basket. They all sat down, Gabriel between Sam’s legs, Cas next to Dean and Beth opposite from them. While they eat sandwiches they tell the teenage girl the rest of their story. They tell her about their hunts, how Cas has raised Dean from hell, how they have stopped the apocalypse and how they found out that Gabriel is still alive.

“The strangest things happened and because we thought Gabe was dead we didn’t assume it could be the work of a trickster.” Sam explains.

“That was until Cas told us he recognizes Gabriel’s presence.” Dean says.

“But he couldn’t reveal himself or the other angels would recognize him too.” Cas adds.

Dean nods. “We owed him so we helped him hiding.”

“That’s how you got together?” Beth asks.” Sam nods and smiles.

“And you?” She turns to Dean and Cas. Dean puts his arm around Cas and the ex-angel smiles awkwardly.

“That was a long journey.”

"I'm staying here. I'm so tired."

He knew that this was normal, but he still said, "Really?"

"Well, yeah. I'm tired, you idiot. I can't drive home this late and this tired."

"You shouldn't." 

"Do you want me to go home?"

"No, no! I want you to stay with me! But... I don't have any clothes for you here."

"Then you can give me a new dress."

"Oh, yeah, I can buy you a new dress, sure..."

"If you want, you can drive me home."

"I don't want to do that."

"So buy me a new dress tomorrow."

"...What else do you want?"

"Um... breakfast, of course."

Klaus rolled his eyes. "Of course. That's normal, isn't it? What else?"

"Hm... I should shower in the morning... but... tonight... I don't have any pyjamas."

"You can go without pyjamas. I don't mind."

Amalia rolled her eyes. "I'm going to wear a t-shirt."

"I was joking." He went to the dresser and gave Amalia a t-shirt and a pair of boxers. "Here."

"Thanks. You know that I'm going to sleep in your bed, right?"

"Of course. But you know that Sushi's going to sleep in my bed, too."

"Yeah. I don't care. She's only a cat."

Klaus's jaw dropped. "Only a cat? Sushi's my little baby!"

Amalia rolled her eyes again. "...How did you get girlfriends when you act like this? Sushi is a cat."

Klaus frowned. "She's a good cat - the best cat!"

"Even if she is... she's still a cat. And you have me here... undressed... and you're talking about your cat. I don't know why I sleep with you."

"You really are the most beautiful woman in the world, you know."