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•Matteo Rossi•
             I had woken up today with the intent of spending the entirety of it at home with Aria, in bed, maybe sleeping. But when she said that she really needed to go to the shops today and said that it was fine if I wanted to stay home, I just couldn't.
            I knew she was trying to distract herself. My father dying has been hard on her. He had been so welcoming and loving to her, which at the time was something she had never experienced from a father figure. 
          It was hard on me too but I tried to hide it the best I could, until it got to a point until I couldn't. But she was there for me.
       And if going to the shops is a distraction then we both need it, so we got in the car and I just followed her instructions on where to go. I also don't think that it's safe for her to go alone. Especially since it is known news that we are together, you never know what will happen, a lot of people do not like me and right now is a vulnerable moment since my father passed.
        "Come on," she says, grabbing my hand and pulling after we exited the car. "We walk to the rest of the shops from here."
         I followed her around the shops for an hour as she picked up things she needed for her apartment and our house at the estate. 
        At the last shop, there was a stray cat wandering around. Aria stopped to pet it at least three times, she thought it was adorable. But after we left, it followed her out of the store. 
        She didn't think it was following her, but it followed her all the way back to our car. "Sweetheart, it is following you," I tell her. 
         "I know but we can't keep it," she says, leaning down to pet it once more. It is a mostly black cat, with white spots on it. It looks like it has a white mustache which looks quite funny. 
          My brows furrow, "Why not?" I ask her. There is not much of a reason for us not to get a cat. Well, maybe that we're not home much but even then, there's always someone in the house that can be with it. 
         I can see the look on her face, she is very clearly thinking about this. Not even two seconds later, she picks the cat up who does not resist at all, if anything it makes itself comfortable in her arms. "Let's go home," she says. 
         I laugh, putting her bags in the back of the car before getting into the drivers seat. The cat is already laying stomach up on her lap. 
         "What are you going to name him, melodia?" I ask her.
          "Bean." She replies, quickly and confidently, rubbing it on the stomach.
          I laugh loudly, "Why?"
          "Look at him! He looks like a bean." She explains cutely. I reach over to hold her hand but she doesn't notice as she is petting 'Bean', kissing him on the head. 
          There is no way I am about to get jealous of this cat.
          I poke Aria's hand with one finger and she opens it wide, allowing me to interlace our fingers.
          I stick out one finger and rub Bean on the head with it. I can feel him purring and he's so loud I can hear him from my seat.
         This new little thing will definitely be good for both of us. Aria lets him roam around the car and he comes over to my side of the car, sitting on my lap as I am driving back to the estate. His back paws are on my lap and his front paws are on my chest as he meows at me loudly.
         "You both have the same eyes," Aria comments, her chin rested on her hand as she looks over at us. I look down at him for a second, his pupils were so wide that the green parts of his eyes were barely visible.
          When we get home, I take the bags as she takes Bean inside. She goes upstairs and to our bathroom. I see her change into a tank top and go back into the bathroom, then I hear the water running. 
         I walk into the bathroom to see her washing Bean. Surprisingly, he is doing very well in the water, if anything, he is playing in it. 
          She asks me to get her hair dryer and plug it in, which I do, then she takes him out of the bathtub with a towel. Looking at his form, she laughs, "Why does he look like a wet rat?" she asks. I laugh at what she says.
           She asks me to hold him, so I take him in the towel and the climbs onto the sink counter, sitting on it then grabbing him again, grabbing the blow dryer and using it to dry him off.
           So he's not scared of water but he is scared of the blow dryer. It did take both of us and a half hour to complete the task at hand, but it was completed and that is what matters. 
           As we finish up, she gets a facetime call from her sister, and she pans the camera to Bean. "We got a cat," she says. Laura looks so shocked.
         "Bitch where did you get that," Laura asks, laughing.
        "He followed me all the way to the car," she explains, but leaves the room, leaving me alone in our bedroom. But we did spend the rest of the day in bed with Bean.