Page 22 of Whisker Me Away

I lean down and kiss his forehead to give him some comfort but to also check his temperature. He’s not warm so that rules out a fever.

“I’m just gonna ask Matthew something and then I’ll be right back, okay?”

Spencer hums, letting me know he heard me. He closes his eyes, cuddling with his pillow. He looks so soft like this. If he wasn’t sick, I’d say he looks adorable. I’m worried about him. Why does he feel so pukey and why can’t I seem tofixit?

“Hey, Matthew?”

Matthew perks up, turning towards me. “Is there something I can do for you?”

“Yeah. My partner is feeling sick. Is there anywhere I could get some crackers and maybe some soup?”

Matthew’s brows furrow and his lips tick up into a little smile. Shit. Has he noticed the change in our relationship? I suppose it’s obvious with the way I’m doting on Spencer.

“Absolutely. I’ll bring an extra bucket as well, just in case.”

“Thank you. You’re the best.”

Matthew gives me a little nod before heading off towards the front of the train where the kitchen is located. Warmth spreads through me as I think about referring to Spencer as my partner.We’ve talked a lot lately about what’s going to happen once we’re back home but the fact that I get to call him my partner leaves me breathless. This is the start of something truly special and it’s wild to think it happened because some asshole YouTuber messed up booking this giveaway.

I should stop referring to them as an asshole since everything worked out in my favor.

Ducking back into the cabin, I find Spencer curled up on his side. If his feet were pointed a little higher, he’d look like a cat curled up like a shrimp. The thought makes me chuckle softly and Spencer looks up at me with confusion.

I shake my head. “Don’t worry about it, just thinking about how cute you are.”

Spencer pouts at me. “Really? Even when I’m all pukey?”

“Even so,” I tell him softly, coming to sit beside him on the bed. I run my fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp. “I’m sorry you’re not feeling well, sweetheart. I wish I could take this away or do something to make you feel better.”

“You just being here is helping. You smell so nice, Cade. It’s soothing.”

“I’m glad,” I tell him, running my fingers down his spine, just the way I know he likes. If the pattern continues, Spencer will lay here feeling miserable for another hour or so before he starts to feel better. By the time darkness falls over our personal cabin, he’ll be feeling like himself again.

It’s so strange. I don’t think I’ve ever seen an illness quite like this before.

A light knock on the door lets me know that Matthew is back. I squeeze Spencer’s shoulder before going to the door.

“Here you go. I hope your partner feels better,” Matthew says softly, passing a tray over.

“Thank you again.”

Matthew winks as he turns back towards his station. I close the door before looking down at the tray. There’s a sleeve of crackers, a bowl of brothy soup, a container of ginger tea, and a box. There’s also a little note from Matthew:I wear scent blockers but my nose told me maybe you needed these.

My eyes stop on the box, staring at it for a long moment, my mind going completely blank.

It’s a pregnancy test.

I wrack my brain for everything I know about cat pregnancies and come up short. Maybe they’re super short and that’s why Spencer is already feeling sick? Right, yeah. I remember him mentioning his siblings were so close together they had to pass them off as Irish Twins! It’s not a wild assumption to make. We’ve fucked once and cum was put into places that would certainly make a baby possible. It would explain why Spencer isn’t actually sick all day or why he doesn’t have a fever. It would explain why I feel fine.

Is Spencer pregnant?

How do I even feel about that? Am I happy? Upset? Scared out of my mind?

I continue to stare at the box like maybe it holds all the answers. When it doesn’t, I let out a long breath. This is all happening so fast but that doesn’t mean it’s a bad thing.

“Cade?”

Spencer’s voice startles me out of my frozen state. I turn around slowly, giving him my best smile. “Sorry, I was lost in thought.”

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