Baby, What a Big Surprise
There was something caught in Figaro’s fur.
Sam had been laying on the couch for the past hour, half watching the Warriors whoop the Celtics, and half watching Figaro run around the room like her ass was on fire. For a while he’d thought he was imagining the way part of Figaro’s coat seemed to almost shimmer when it caught the light just right, but the more he looked at her, instead of the championship race that he had absolutely no horse in (Sam didn’t like the Warriors and he really didn’t like the Celtics), the more he was convinced that there was definitely something caught in her fur.
So, he lowered himself to floor, picked up the plush fish she’d been batting at whenever she made her way to that side of the room, and sort of slid it over to where she was scratching at the end table.
Figaro peered at it for a second, then gave Sam what he’d swear on a stack of bibles was an almost unamused frown, and sent it back to him.
Sam couldn’t help but snort before sliding it over to her again. They went back and forth for a little bit, Figaro slowly closing the distance between them, like she always did when they played that game, until she eventually found her way into Sam’s lap.
Sam gave his baby a few pats and waited until she was purring contentedly, before feeling around the place where he’d seen her sparkling. When he felt something hard he began to worry, and immediately brought her near his face for a closer look.
That’s when he saw it: a ring. And it wasn’t in her fur at all, it was looped onto her collar with a small string and sitting on her.
Who knows how long he sat there staring at it before he heard a throat clearing and finally noticed Bucky watching him from the doorway.
“Bucky, what—
“Hey, baby,” he interrupted, a tiny half smile on his face. “Can I ask you a question?”