56. Soft Kitty

"Alright, it's bedtime for you," Lia says to Damon in a cheerful tone, coaxing him gently. Damon, still stubbornly seated in the car, pouted like a sulking child. "I'm not moving. I like it here." Lia chuckled, "Well, this is not a treehouse, and I can assure you the bed is way comfier. Now, let's go." But Damon, crossing his arms in defiance, retorted, "I'm not a child, Lia. I can decide where I want to sleep." Lia leaned against the car, adopting a mockingly serious expression. "Oh, of course, Mr. Independent. So, do you plan to sleep in the car like a rebellious teenager?" Damon smirked, enjoying the banter. "Maybe. It's a nice car." Lia rolled her eyes, "Well, I'm not having my fiancé sleep in a car when there's a perfectly good bed waiting for him. Now, be a good boy and let's go." Damon sighed dramatically, "Fine, fine. But only because you asked nicely." With Lia's teasing encouragement, Damon finally emerged from the car. However, much to Lia's surprise, he started marc