'Who's a good boy, then?' Katie cooed, turning to Jackpot who lazily opened an eye, but otherwise remained unmotivated by the blazing fire.
'I think Jackpot's got the right idea. Fancy a cuppa? Maybe a snuggle? And don't you dare remark on that request.' She pointed a serious finger at Adrian. A request for anything remotely endearing almost never made it past Katie's lips. Normally, she would just take what she wanted, or let it happen all on its own, or not worry about it at all. But after everything: Adrian's memory loss, being kidnapped, the hospital, the tree, crying - somehow it finally seemed alright to ask.