You’re nearly jumping into the air with the surge of joy that you feel right now. 

Despite having no idea what’s in that box. You’re happy.

Happy that he thought of you, happy that he does his best to make you happy. 

“Come on– show me! Please! what’s in there?” You whine as he drags the surprise just to get you riled up. 

“So impatient.” he mumbles with that stupid smirk on his face.

He’s being an annoying little shit right now and he knows it.

“You have to sit down for this, okay? But don’t scream when you open the box, it’ll sca–” he cuts himself off, he clears his throat. Almost revealing the surprise he tried so hard to hide up until this moment. 

“Just don't scream, you’ll see.” he says as you finally sit down, barely able to contain yourself. Your legs are bouncing up and down. 

“Okay okay, I promise I won't.” you say quickly with an exaggerated nod. Just sitting there, waiting eagerly.

Jean has been planning this surprise for you for a long time. Ever since he met you, before you were even his girlfriend, he has always listened intently to whatever topic you’re talking about.

Sometimes it may seem as if he’s distracted by something, but he definitely listens, you just don't always realize that.

He has a list in his notes app with all the things you like, enjoy, and dislike. He has it locked, just in case you snoop around in his phone. You have his password so he knew he always had to be careful and sneaky with it.

He grabs the box and places it on the couch next to you.

It’s a large black box, with a beautiful purple ribbon on top. 

You look at it with a surprised expression, your wide eyes flick between the box and Jean.

“Alright, go ahead.” Jean says with a smile.

You hesitantly reach for the box, taking off the silky ribbon.

Then you take off the lid, finally, opening it.

You peer inside, and gasp. You make sure not to scream, as promised.

It’s a little creature, trembling in the corner of the box. 

A purple ribbon delicately tied around its tiny neck.

Grey fur, soft stripes, bright big eyes that remind you of sweet honey...much like Jean’s.

A kitten.

Jean got you a fucking kitten.

You look up again to meet his eyes. 

“Ohmygod… Jeanie you didn’t” You say softly in disbelief, barely above a whisper. You don’t want to scare the kitten. 

A warm feeling rises inside of your chest.

You put out your hand and carefully reach for the kitten, letting it smell you first. 

Then you touch it so softly that it barely counts. You’re afraid you’ll scare it off more. 

“It’s a girl, adopted her from the shelter. They rescued her off the street a month ago.” Jean adds.

He smiles at you with heavy satisfaction. He knew this would make you so happy.

“Hi beautiful.. hi.. it’s okay..” you say quietly, high pitched and as soft as you can. You pet her little head, then you carefully start picking her up and taking her out of the box. 

She looks around cautiously, trembling slightly. Then she looks at you.

meow

You melt at the tiny sound.

She was quiet, until she saw you.

You look at Jean with an almost pained expression, the cuteness aggression is killing you.

You’ve always wanted to adopt a cat, it’s been your favorite animal since you were a little girl. You just never had the chance to actually adopt one.

And the cute purple ribbons? Jean knows exactly what you like.

You’re not the type of person to easily cry next to other people, but you feel safe and happy next to Jean, always. 

Suddenly, your face turns into a sad frown. You gently put the kitty down back in the open box before you actually allow yourself to cry. 

You feel just like a kid again. 

The little girl who kept begging her parents to get her a cat, but was met with a disappointing answer every single time.

Your breath slightly hiccups and your turn away, embarrassed. You put a hand over your face. You usually don’t cry from happiness, this is so rare.

“jean-...thankyou..” you say quietly, forcing yourself to get the words out as you wipe your eyes and sniff.

His expression softens, as well as his voice. 

“baby why are you crying? hey hey… come here.. shhh” Jean says as he gently pulls you into his chest, holding the back of your head with one hand, rubbing your back with the other.

A few minutes later you calm down and pull back to look up at him. 

He cups your face, wiping the last resting tears on your cheeks. 

“That’s basically our child now” You mumble with your post-crying voice, letting out a chuckle.

Jean cackles. 

That stupid cackle he always does, tilting his head back slightly when letting out that laugh.

Well you love it, everything about him. 

“exactly” he murmurs and leans in, holding your chin gently.

He kisses your cheek, your forehead, your jaw, the corner of your lips.

Then finally, his lips land directly on your soft lips. 

“I love you, ma chérie” He whispers when he stops kissing you for just a few seconds, then continues kissing you. 

He loves the taste of you.

"Anything–.." kiss.

“For you.” kiss.

You both break the kiss after a moment, needing oxygen. 

He rubs your arm one last time before pulling away a little to give you space. 

But he would cling to you forever if he could.

You turn your attention back to the kitten, and you spend the rest of your day picking out the perfect name for her.