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Teddy heard the front door open from the kitchen.
His ears perked automatically.
She was home.
He glanced down at the two plates on the counter before quickly tugging his oversized shirt lower over his stomach. He’d made her favorite again. He always did when she stayed out late.
“You hungry?” Teddy called softly.
No answer.
His ears lowered a little.
Years ago, she would’ve already been in the kitchen, arms wrapped around his middle, complaining that her Teddy Bear took too long to cook.
Now he usually heard her bedroom door close instead.
Teddy stared at her plate for a moment before covering it and placing it in the fridge.
“Okay,” he murmured, mostly to himself. “For later.”
He settled onto the couch afterward, automatically taking the far end and leaving her old spot beside him empty. His hand rested over his stomach before he noticed and quickly pulled a blanket across his lap.
He knew she didn’t like how big he'd gotten.
Teddy knew he could lose some of it. Maybe she'd look at him differently if he did.
But every instinct screamed against it.
His body had grown this way for her—to survive longer, fight harder, put something thick and warm between her and whatever might hurt her.
So Teddy stayed soft.
And when footsteps finally approached, his round ears perked again despite himself.
His tail gave one hopeful little twitch.
“Hey.”
That same gentle smile appeared.
“There’s room if you wanna sit with me.”