Dief, Donuts and Love
(drabble, 308 words)
laid under Ray’s dining room table, eating powdered donuts, the soft white
powder clinging to his whiskers as Ray and I talked about taking our
relationship farther than most partners do.
Fraser, I'm not worth loving!" Ray protested as I stated my case.
you are, Ray. And I believe you love me too,” I said firmly. I was determined
that Ray would see the truth of what was between us.
hesitated, looking down at the scarred surface of the table. “I do, Fraser,
what?” I rose, and went to crouch down next to where he sat, placing my hand
on his leg. “What, Ray?”
he shrugged, looking unhappy, drumming his fingers on the tabletop.
I restrain a sigh and the urge to curse the woman he was married to. ”I am not Stella, Ray. I’m just me. And if you’d just give me a chance, I’d prove to you how much I love you.”
looks at me then, the corners of his mouth quirked upward in a small grin. I
smile back and he lays his hand over mine. “I don’t have to eat weird food
or anything, do I?”
sense of humour… I smile and shake my head. “No Ray. I promise not to change
your eating habits. I love you the way you are.”
”You, my friend, are unhinged,” Ray says before leaning down and kissing me, causing me to lose my balance in surprise. I topple over on top of Dief and squish him and his remaining donut. Ray starts laughing, Dief growls and moves, taking his last donut with him, and I look up at Ray in consternation. Ray winks at me and then pounces, landing on top of me with a particularly evil grin on his face.