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Mayra had just returned home from yet another kink event, the collar on her neck with a cute little bow and kitty headband making that apparent. Still, she wore a soft, silky dress for the return.
She liked the collar, after all! It was… comfortable, actually.
Mayra remembered Kairi buying it for him, because in co’s words, “you are cute like a cat.” And it made his heart flutter in her chest, face warming up just at remembering it, but he didn’t change her expression.
As soon as she reached the house she, Kairi and Freyja shared, she spotted Freyja sitting in the yard, looking intently at their dog.
Mayra stepped closer, silent as ever. “Freyja?” His tone came out worried yet flat at the same time. It clearly scared Freyja, as they cowered. “Hey, there, beloved!~” Freyja bounced back, flirty tone and all.
“Enjoying the silk dress I made you?” Freyja asks, their smile seeming genuine. Yet, Mayra could feel they were hiding something.
He just nods at them, making Freyja’s smile wider. “Now, that’s good kitty, isn’t it?~” Freyja playfully teases, their arm extended. Mayra recognized that as a sign that they needed help getting up.
And so, help she did.
“Thanks, kitty,” Freyja says, patting Mayra’s head as she looks to the side, face unchanging yet clearly shy. “There is brigadeiro in the fridge, Morgan delivered some when I asked her.”
Mayra smiled softly.
***
The sun was rising, but it wasn’t uncommon for the three girls to be awake all night. Usually, Kairi was reading or listening to music, Freyja was now in the backyard rather than in the front yard, and Mayra… She was in their shared bedroom.
Sometimes, Mayra thought a lot. It wasn’t uncommon, just to stare at the ceiling, when he wasn’t reading beside Kairi or spending time with Freyja in any way. Right now, she was paranoid — and he was unsure why. Shouldn’t she trust her partners?
Yet, he remembered what Xiomara said. She shouldn’t keep her fears to herself, he should talk to someone he trusts, someone who would listen—
—And right now, that person was Kairi. Co wasn’t busy, rather just chilling on the couch with a hoodie last time he saw co.
Mayra made her way to the living room. The house was simple, small, but it had a comfortable atmosphere, with a relatively big backyard and front yard. The front yard where his dog rested right now, a dog that both Freyja and Mayra allowed Kairi to name.
His name was “Twain.” Honestly, Mayra liked it a lot, despite the fact that Freyja still called him “Todd,” as per their suggestion.
It was actually funny! Even Tahira was called to help choose between the two names — surprisingly for Mayra, the girl chose “Twain.”
At the same time, Tahira was so unpredictable, it wasn’t really surprising.
… Kairi looked at Mayra, who was blankly looking at the television. “Anything you need, Mayra?”
“O-Oh! I’m sorry, sweetie. Y-Yes,” Mayra stutters, eyes covered by her bangs as usual, “do you know why Freyja has been in the backyard since the time I got here?” Mayra continues, “I mean, they were in the front yard, taking care of Twain when I got here, but why… Are they in the backyard?”
Kairi lets go of co’s book, her eyes indecipherable as always. “It’s selfish… But it’s almost my birthday… And they don’t seem to recognize it… Are they forgetting about me?” Mayra says, hands to his chest as she clutches the dress.
The pink-haired girl gets next to him, touching Mayra’s hand. It was so unusual for Kairi to be physically affectionate — it was special when co touched her.
“I am sure Freyja wouldn’t forget you,” Kairi reassures her, squeezing her hand just a bit more. Mayra could swallow the warmth of Kairi’s hand. “Freyja is just Freyja, their usual self.”
Mayra breathes in, and out, as Xiomara and Kairi taught him.
“Alright, I will believe you.”
***
Kairi had taken a nap by Mayra’s side while Mayra scrolled through her cellphone — kink blogs she followed, fashion blogs, cooking blogs of recipes she would never try, tips on how to take care of pets, fanart of the media she enjoyed consuming.
Wearing glasses felt weird, and it was recommended that she didn’t use his cellphone much anymore because of his eye damage. The light did bother her, too.
Then, suddenly, footsteps with a cane followed, and the door was opened. Freyja!
“Hey, kitty! Hey, bunny!” Freyja says with an unusual excitement — or, well, as excited as they could get. Yet, the smile on their face was so genuine. They took a deep breath in, and out. “That little staircase is fucking awful,” they comment. “But it was worth it!”
Worth what…?
Mayra tilted her head, and Freyja giggled. “Tell bunny to wake up! Co has to see this, too!” Freyja seemed too enthusiastic about whatever they did. So, Mayra shook Kairi awake, who groaned. “What is it? It is Sunday, it is my time to rest…” Co complained.
“I promise you two will really like it! Do you know how I ‘disappeared’ with the money about… two months or so ago?”
Kairi got up, sighing. “Yes, Freyja. You never explained to us why, that is why I got mad at you.”
Freyja puts a hand up to their mouth, smiling with their eyes and a slight grin. “Well, now you will find out what happened to that money!”
Mayra put his gloves back on, curious about where this was going.
***
The three girls were in the backyard, Freyja leading Mayra and Kairi to a particular spot that wasn’t often visited. They had a hammock there that the three would use sometimes, but they didn’t really spend a lot of time in the backyard.
“Here, here!” Freyja says, as they pointed to flowers… Many, many bright flowers. How did they not see this before?!
“That’s what happened to the money! I knew that Mayra likes flowers, so I made a little garden for us. Cute, isn’t it?” Freyja says, hand on cheek and eyes closed. Mayra’s hand seemed to involuntarily move, as if he was full of energy.
Mayra gets closer to the flowers, and she could tell their types — forget-me-nots, balsams, gladioli, daisies, violets, and love-in-a-mists.
“How do you like them, kitty?~ Surprised by my gardening abilities?” Freyja playfully says, and Kairi also gets closer to the flowers, mouth slightly agape. “Oh, and I also have sewn another dress for you! I made it silk again.”
Mayra wasn’t paying attention to the words, but rather, to the flowers. They were beautiful. Mayra knew his partner was really good at more homely things if they weren’t exhausting, and they liked having a routine — but Mayra didn’t imagine how good they could be at everything she had seen them doing.
“Now it isn’t just my garden anymore, it is ours.”
She reached for a daisy, her still gloved hand slightly touching it, its petals. Although he didn’t show much, her eyes were sparkling, mouth in a line, and a soft blush across her face.
“You did this for me?” He asks, earning a “tee-hee” from Freyja. “Who else, silly? You told me you liked flowers.”
… Mayra didn’t remember ever telling Freyja about her liking of flowers. Really, Mayra didn’t remember a lot of things. Often confused like a deer in headlights—
—But Freyja remembered her, and not only did they remember her, they made this for her.
“Thank you. A lot. Thanks, thanks,” Mayra said, despite the flatness of her tone, he could tell Freyja understood their gratitude.
“Daisies… They represent new beginnings, simplicity, and… A secret between friends,” Mayra says, her shy tone slightly away as he admired the flowers. Freyja put their hands together.
“And what about the little blue ones?” Kairi asks, pointing at a…
“Forget-me-not! They are my favorite.” Mayra says, louder than she intended. “They represent… don’t forget me, although that is clear. They are loyalty, chivalry, true love, and… Remembrance.”
Mayra pauses, looking at it a bit more. It was…
“Now, can I show you the dress?” Freyja asks, interrupting Mayra’s thought process. It was foggy, now.
Kairi pouts. Was co jealous? “What about me? And the flowers?” Co says, before covering her mouth and turning co’s head in shame.
“You will come with us, bunny, don’t be silly!~ You’re just as important to this family. No need to be shy about raising your voice.”
… Family… That was sweet.
“We will take care of the flowers later.”
***
In the bedroom, Freyja took the dress out. The lower half, the skirt, had a pattern of leaves, it was a wine-red. The upper half had a pattern of trees, light greyish-blue. “I didn’t do all the work myself, I had a bit of help from Nataana. They wanted to do bugs, but I thought trees were better,” Freyja explains so casually, as if it wasn’t an artistry, a craft, that they had pulled just for Mayra’s birthday.
How silly he was, to think she was being forgotten again.
“Mind if I shed your clothes?” Kairi says, and although co was behind Mayra, she could tell co was blushing just like him. Mayra nods.
The dress came out from Mayra easily, sliding through her body as it dropped to the floor. Mayra made sure to put it back on the bed, so as not to get the dress dirty, and she could say Freyja appreciated that.
The wind hit softly from the open window, the curtains flying and making Mayra slightly shudder.
Her bra was also taken off, and… Mayra didn’t feel uncomfortable. With them, he never felt uncomfortable. They looked at her body multiple times, and never once judged her.
“You look really beautiful, deer-ie,” Freyja says, their eyes not looking away from her for one minute. “Mind if I join? I’ve been wearing this all day!” They state, and before either Kairi or Mayra could say anything, Freyja opened the closet, taking their pajamas, and began shedding off their own clothes, too.
Kairi softly smiles at Freyja. “You’ve been without a bra all day? Even Mayra wore one, Freyja.”
Mayra wanted to let out an “hey!” at Kairi, but she didn’t. Co was right, after all.
Freyja lets out a “tee-hee,” as they usually do. “My binder’s dirty, and it hurts to wear for too long,” they say normally, as they put on boxers, letting themself be topless.
Kairi helps Mayra put on his new silky dress. “You could try finding some that make you comfortable,” Kairi says.
“Ohohoho! No! They’re uncomfortable and, besides, I like the way it is. It’s not like I leave the house much!” Freyja seemed so playful.
“Morgan, Tahira, Nataana, Joy, Jordyn and Nora still visit sometimes, though,” Kairi states, adjusting Mayra’s dress like she was a doll. Co’s voice was so, so sweet.
Mayra felt… at peace, this way.
“I’ve never been this comfortable before.”
Freyja and Kairi look at her, and he notices that she had said it out loud.
“I-I mean… I just feel happy with you two. You don’t judge me. You like me for me.”
Mayra didn’t know how to explain it, but it felt fuzzy.
Freyja smiles, “of course we love you, kitty!” They pat her head again, making him blush. “Besides, Kairi, since we’re going to sleep… Aren’t you supposed to wear pajamas, too?”
Kairi ducks co’s head at Freyja. “… Freyja, Mayra literally isn’t wearing a pyjama, she is wearing the dress you’ve made her. He just wore it,” co flatly states, confusion a bit clear in co’s voice.
Freyja puts a hand over her mouth, smiling. “Can’t we be like that PJs dynamic? I am wearing the boxers in the relationship, after all,” Freyja teases.
“What don’t I do for you, Freyja…” Kairi states, looking at Mayra’s eyes. Freyja already crawls to their place in the bed — that is, usually the middle.
“Before I go to rest, can I check on Twain?”
Kairi seems slightly surprised by the way co’s eyes almost imperceptibly widen, yet living with co for sometime now has made that a bit more clear.
“Of course.”
***
Mayra, indeed, went to check on Twain. But, if anything, that was just an excuse to stay with the dress a little bit longer. It was comfortable and it was beautiful. Made out of love and remembrance.
As soon as he approaches Twain, Mayra lets out of her cane — she didn’t really need it, the glasses helped him enough, it just felt… familiar — and starts to pet Twain. He jumps to her lap, licking her face.
“Hey, Twain,” he says, fidgeting with her fingers. “I’m happy today,” she pets him as he showed his belly to her, expecting belly rubs. Hesitantly, she starts to pet him, and he seemed so happy with him.
Mayra lets out a smile. It was so small, yet it felt… hopeful.
“I love you, Twain.”
And, with that, Mayra grabs onto the cane again. Getting up and walking to the house.
Twain follows.
Mayra couldn’t just let him sleep outside.
***
Twain was asleep on one of the couch’s pillows. Mayra could explain it to Kairi later. Freyja would probably find it adorable and amusing.
As she goes walking back to the bedroom, she takes out the dress again — hoping not to waste it, it was new, it was beautiful, it was a sign of how loved he was right now, it was someone remembering.
She walks into the room.
Kairi was wearing a big, fluffy light purple robe, and co looked at Mayra. “Hey, Mayra,” co says softly and low, to not wake up an already asleep Freyja. “Here are your pajamas,” Kairi hands it over to Mayra.
“Thanks, sweetie.”
Kairi smiles as Mayra dresses in the babydoll pajamas. Light red with cherries to decorate it.
“The brigaidero… You didn’t eat it.”
Mayra lays on her side of the bed. “You say ‘brigadeiro,’ not ‘brigaidero.’ I will save it for later.”
And thus, Mayra lies down, closing his eyes.
“Good rest, beloved,” Kairi says, before finally laying down, too.
“Good rest, you too.”