Missions and Kittens (Eric and later Eric)
He had a kitten in his hands and the knowledge of the Other Eric in his mind. He stood at the door to the home he shared with his mate, uncertain about everything. Macklyn wasn't used to being uncertain and he didn't like the feeling of it.
The fairy took a deep breath and opened the door. "Eric?"
Their house was still not all the way decorated, but he'd brought in some things over time. The abandoned recliner had been repaired and reupholstered to fit more into their lives. He'd chosen an elegant print for it, though he'd been highly tempted to find the most garish seventies monstrosity he could find, just for the amusement. It was the realization that he would also have to look at it every day that stopped him.
"Eric?" He called, the kitten held behind his back. He knew that his mate would likely smell or sense the animal before he saw it, but it was still... well, it was supposed to be a surprise.
Potentially not a good one.
Maybe Selina was right, maybe he should have asked first. But it was too late now. He was in the house with it.
Outside he heard Bran yelling at something, probably one of the squirrels. It made Macklyn smile.