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When I return home, I find Niko on the couch, holding Zuri on his chest, sleeping like she doesn't have a care in the world. Must be nice.

"Where's our kitten?" I ask quietly to avoid disturbing Zuri.

"Upstairs sleeping. Our sweet girl was so exhausted, she didn't even wake when Zuri cried. Hopefully, she doesn't freak the fuck out when she wakes up and doesn't see her," he replies softly.

"How long has she been asleep?"

"A few hours."

A smirk curls ...