It was just another ordinary day in the busy life of Miranda Granger. She'd spent the better part of the day at the theater inventorying costumes after a long year of shows. With the companies on a short hiatus, it was a good time to take stock of what costumes they had on hand and what needed to be replaced before the show season started up again in February. She'd dropped Rowan off at Beth's to spend time with the twins and had returned home exhausted and looking forward to relaxing with her favorite fella. She let herself in through the front door, kicking off her shoes and wiggling her toes before calling to see what that fella was up to.

"Rufus! I'm home!"

"I'm in the kitchen!" he called back to her. For a moment, it sounded as though he was talking quietly to someone else before he raised his voice again. "Come and have a cup of tea, angel."

"A cup of tea sounds lovely," she said, as she shrugged her coat off and tossed it on the couch. She'd put it away later. Right now, all she wanted was a hot cup of tea and a kiss from her knight in shining armor. "We're going to have to hire another seamstress to get us up to speed this year. I don't know what they do to those costumes, but they're a mess! Maybe I should just ask Sol to come in and wiggle his nose or whatever he does to get things done," she remarked as she wandered through the house toward the kitchen, stretching her back as she went. If he'd been talking to someone else, she hadn't noticed.

Rufus was chuckling as she entered the kitchen, reaching out to hug her warmly. "You will get them back to order in no time," he assured her, absolutely certain she could do anything she set her mind to. Of course, she might not have noticed what he said, because on the table was Andy, her geriatric cat, sat comfortably beside a ragdoll kitten that had certainly not been in the house when she had left.

"Hmm, we'll see about that," she murmured, happily welcoming Rufus' embrace. "I missed you," she murmured against his chest, breathing in the familiar scent of him. It was right about then that she noticed something out of the corner of her eye. "Andy, what are you doing on the ..." She trailed off as she realized he wasn't alone. "....table."

Andy looked up at the sound of his name, purring automatically at the sound of Miranda speaking to him, absently placing one paw on the kitten's head as it butted at him. Rufus slipped around behind Miranda, arms about her waist, chin on her shoulder. "Andy and I went looking for a new friend."

Miranda gasped in surprise. "Oh my goodness!" she exclaimed, as she caught sight of the kitten - not to mention the sight of Andy looking so properly friendly. "What's this" Oh my goodness, she's adorable!" she gushed as she moved over to brush her fingers over the kitten's fluffy fur. She had to resist the urge to scoop him or her right up into her arms, for fear of making Andy jealous. "She" He?" she asked, uncertainly.

"She," Rufus told her, letting her go to get to know the newest member of her household. "I thought to take Andy to the shelter and let him pick out the best match for you. She's the one he chose."

"What' How?" Miranda asked, blinking in confused curiosity. She reached over to rub the elderly cat beneath his chin, making him purr all the louder. She'd had him a long time and knew he was nearing the end of his life, but she hadn't had the heart yet to consider replacing him - until now.

"Essentially, the staff at the shelter just let me put him in with the litters they're trying to home, and we watched him for an hour," Rufus admitted, pouring boiling water into the teapot to steep the tea. "She's one of the runts, but she's fearless."

"She's adorable!" Miranda said, pulling up a chair so she could get to know the new kitten without snubbing the older one. "How did he do with her?" she asked, though it seemed from what she was seeing Andy had already taken to the little one.

"Tolerated her investigating him, but when she curled up to sleep, he curled up next to her," her husband said thoughtfully. "The staff thought he seemed to have adopted her. He certainly fought me hard enough not to put her in a separate carrier." He showed her his hand, covered in scratches.

"Oh, sweetheart," Miranda said, frowning at the scratches Rufus had endured to make her happy. "Poor man. I hope you and Andy have made friends again," she said, reaching for his hand and brushing a kiss to the scratches, as if to make them better.

He chuckled. "We both know I've had worse," he pointed out. "But he seems to have forgiven me. Although apparently the nice bed I got for her just isn't good enough and she'll be sleeping with him, thank you very much." As he spoke, the kitten took a couple of steps toward Miranda's hand, pausing to look back at Andy. The old cat gave her a slow blink of encouragement, and a moment later, the kitten had butted her head up against Miranda's fingers.

"Well, hello there," Miranda said, as the kitten came to greet her, her fingers stroking the kitten's soft, fluffy fur. "Aren't you the pretty one. What's your name, little one, or don't you have one yet?" she asked, leaning down to bump her forehead against the kitten's.

"No name yet." Rufus came to the table with the tea fixings, sitting himself down next to Miranda. He absently offered his hand to Andy, who looked at it disdainfully and finally deigned to let himself be petted by his human's male. "We thought you would prefer to name her yourself."

She resisted the urge to name the kitten Ann to go along with Andy, thinking she should have an identity of her own. "Hmm, I don't know," she murmured, considering a moment. "What do you think about Mimi?" she asked, either of the kitten or Rufus or both.

On the table, the kitten thumped down onto her side and "captured" Miranda's hand, playfully gnawing on her thumb. Rufus chuckled, adding milk and sugar to his wife's cup before sliding it toward her. "She certainly has the personality to be a Mimi."

"You think so?" Miranda asked, smiling at the kitten nibbled on her thumb. Though Rufus and Andy had never quite become best friends, they had learned to tolerate each other well enough. She'd always thought he'd want a dog someday, and yet, here he was bringing her another kitten to raise. "Does Ro know?"

He shook his head, smiling gently. "No, she doesn't," he said. "I thought that trying to get a four year old to keep a secret was pushing things a little far."

"True. You must have just picked her up today then," she deduced. There was no way he'd have been able to keep a kitten a secret from either her or Rowan otherwise. "Just how long have you been planning this?" she asked him suspiciously.

"I'm sorry," she said, frowning up at him as he joined her. "I promise I'll make it up to you," she said, regarding the pizza. "I'm just too tired to bother with dinner tonight."

He chuckled. "There is nothing to apologize for, angel," he told her firmly. "You are tired, you have had a very long day, and you have these two to take up your time. I promise you, there is nothing to make up to me."

"But I will make it up to you," she promised, despite his reassurances. "When you least expect it," she added with a grin. There was no telling what she might do to keep her promise, but he could be certain she'd keep it, one way or another.

"Darling, that is possibly the most ominous promise you have ever made me," he laughed in answer, moving further into the kitchen to sit down beside her once again. "I see little and large are getting along well enough to share a snack. Bodes well, doesn't it?"

"I suppose it does," Miranda replied, frowning as she stroked her fingers through Andy's long fur. "You know, he's almost as old as Bethany. We got him when she was still little. She'd been pestering me for a little brother, and Andy was the best I could do," she confessed, a little sadly.

"He's lived a long life," Rufus agreed gently. "A life filled with love. It's more than most people ever get. He has had a good life with you, angel. And he'll be able to go knowing that he helped to choose someone to look after you when he's gone."

"I know," she admitted with a faint smile. She did know these things, and they did bring her comfort, but she was still going to miss him. "Thank you, Rufus," she said, looking up at her husband with love and gratitude in her eyes.

He wrapped an arm about her, drawing her close to kiss her temple. "You won't be alone in this, Miri," he promised her. "You will never be alone again."

She knew no one lived forever, certainly not her beloved cat, but there were a few people she couldn't bear the thought of losing and one of them was Rufus. She turned to snuggle into him, hands pressed against his chest, a serious expression on her face for once. "You have better mean that, Rufus Bennett. I will never forgive me if you leave me again."

"I am not going anywhere, Miri," he swore to her. "I'm by your side for as long as you want me here." He cupped her cheek in his hand, stroking his thumb over her skin tenderly as he spoke.

"I want you here forever," she told him softly, though what she really meant was for the rest of her life. No one lived forever - not mere humans, anyway. "Want to become vampires together?" she teased, her fingers tracing the strong line of his jaw. Now that would be something, considering Rufus' background as a Watcher.

The look he gave her was answer enough, so there was no need for the scathing reply that wanted to make itself known. Instead, he grinned, leaning close to tease her back. "I see myself more as a lich king," he said mischievously. "Care to be my undead queen?"

"I would rather just be your wife," she told him, leaning closer, her forehead coming to rest against his. "But I meant what I said before ....Thank you, Rufus. I love you."

"Forever, Miri," he promised her, letting her lean into him for as long as she needed to, stroking his hand up and down her back with soothing tenderness. "I will love you forever."

"Forever is a very long time, Rufus," she whispered back, her words ghosting against his lips before offering a tender kiss. "What do you say we ask Beth to keep Ro overnight?" she suggested, an impish smile on her face.

"You say that as though I haven't already texted her exactly that," he countered laughingly, gently goosing her even as his phone buzzed with an answer. "Here, you confuse our daughter; I'll put the money by the door for when the food arrives."

"How am I going to confuse her?" she asked, giggling at his reply. At least, it seemed they were going to have one evening to themselves for a change - except for the cats who had finished with their cream and were not licking themselves clean. She took the phone from him to read the text Bethany had sent her father.

The text was in typical Beth style - I'm never giving her back. Don't do anything I wouldn't do! xxx Apparently she had made a relatively accurate guess as to what her parents were going to be up to while she and Jason added a fourth child to their roster for the evening.

Miranda laughed at her daughter's text, seeing no reason to respond. She knew Rowan would be perfectly safe and happy with Bethany and her family for the night, and yet, she couldn't help but text back: At least I won't be getting pregnant, with a laughing emoji at the end.

Beth's answer was swift. Dad, have you been getting into Mom's secret wine stash again?

On the table, little Mimi lifted her head, stretched ....and rolled over, asleep almost before she hit the wood. Andy licked his chops and heaved himself painfully over to her, settling down with his chin on her tummy.

Miranda chuckled at her daughter's message and texted back: This isn't Dad, and left it at that. She turned to find the pair of cats drifting off to take a catnap, and sighed, not wanting to leave them on the table, where, the kitten at least, might not be able to get down. "The table is no place for a nap, you two," she scolded gently, taking up the kitten first and bending to place her in a basket on the floor, complete with pillows and blanket.

The little scrap of fur wriggled a bit as she was moved, but didn't object once she was in the nest of blankets and pillows. Andy looked a little grumpy, pulling himself up onto his feet to approach the edge of the table and look down expectantly.

The old cat didn't have to wait very long though, as Miranda very carefully scooped him up too and settled him beside his new friend. "Did you think I'd forget about you?" she asked him, stroking his fur. "I'll never forget you," she assured him quietly, no matter how many cats came after him.

As she lifted him up, Andy butted his head into her chin and neck, nuzzling in affectionately as he purred. Set down, he curled up around Mimi protectively, still tilting his head into Miranda's hand happily. "Bed time, hmm?" Rufus said curiously as he came back into the kitchen, checking the teapot for warmth.

"Cat nap," Miranda explained, pausing a moment to give both cat's their due, but giving the elder cat more affection than the younger one, who seemed content to curl up beside the other. "What if she gets used to him being around?" Miranda said, worried the kitten might get lonely once Andy was gone.

"Ah, but mine is more of a claymore, I hope," he countered cheerfully, letting her go so they could separate. A few minutes later, they reconvened at the table with pizza, sides, and drinks, and despite his minor objections to this kind of meal, Rufus was certainly not shy about ramming half a slice into his mouth at the first opportunity.

She sputtered laughter at his remark. He certainly was full of himself, but she loved him for it. She had broken out a bottle of wine to go with the pizza, in hopes it would help them both relax. There were no children to deal with tonight, and cats were fairly self-sufficient creatures, so long as they had food and water.

No one was going to go hungry or thirsty in a house run by Miranda Bennett, that was for certain. There was a fair amount of complaining from the cats when the humans decamped to the living room, until Rufus got up and carried the basket in from the kitchen, allowing the pair to enjoy the warmth from the fire as well as the comfort rolling off their humans.

Snuggled up against Rufus, the warmth of the fire and her full tummy making her drowsy, Miranda felt as content as the kitten in the basket. She didn't much care about anything at that moment, but the fact that she was happy living this simple life with Rufus.

"Did you ever think you'd be happy settling down?" she asked him, her head resting comfortably against his shoulder.

"I knew my life as a Watcher would not be indefinite," he mused, his cheek resting against her hair as he watched the flame flickering in the fireplace. "Without you in my life, I had no hope of a happy life. I am glad we found each other again."

"I was always right there, waiting for you," she told him softly. Sure, she'd taken a few lovers over the years - someone to soothe the pain of loneliness, but she'd never loved anyone the way she'd loved him. There had really never been anyone else.

"And now we are here, with our family, and each other," he murmured, his smile audible to her as he stroked her hair. "The greatest blessing I could ever have hoped for."

"You deserve it, Rufus. You deserve to be happy. We both do," she told him, shifting so that she could face him, so that she could kiss him, before they both fell asleep on the couch.

Wrapped up in each other, they might regret it later when they woke up in such awkward positions, but for now, Rufus was more than content to fall asleep with Miranda in his arms. Tragedy might have been what had brought them back together, but he was determined that there would be nothing but peace from now on.