“Get on the couch, and I will take care of everything,” Saint ordered.
“How are you going to take care of everything when you don’t know where their food is or how much to feed them?And they are also going to need water.And then they’ll need to go outside.”
Saint pointed at the couch and walked into the kitchen with the pizza balanced in his hand.“Sit down.You can tell me where everything is and how much from the couch.You have five seconds to sit down before I make you sit down.”
I huffed but walked to the couch and flopped onto it.“Their food is in the container in the pantry.They each get a cup and a half, but they might not eat it right away because they free-feed.”
“Free-feed?”Saint asked from the kitchen.
“They eat when they are hungry.I normally always have food down for them when we are home.”
“Makes sense.You’re smart boys, huh?”
“I’m assuming you are talking to the dogs and not me,” I laughed.
“Yeah, doll.”
I heard the pantry door open and the tippy tap of Salt and Pepper’s claws on the tile as they followed Saint around.The food clattered into the bowl, and then silence.“Should I take them out now if they don’t eat?”he called.
I chuckled.“If they want.”
“Am I supposed to ask them?”
“I mean, you can, but they are always up for going outside even if they don’t have to go to the bathroom,” I pointed out.
“Should we go outside, boys?”Saint asked.Pepper let out a howl, and Salt loudly stomped his paws on the floor.“Let’s get your mama set up with the pizza, and then we’ll go out.”
He walked back into the living room with the pizza and both dogs on his heels.“What do you want to drink?”he asked.
“I think I have one soda in the fridge.”
He set the pizza on the coffee table and walked back into the kitchen with Salt and Pepper on his heels.“I gotta get you some groceries, babe,” he called as I heard the fridge open.“I don’t think a person could live off what you have in here.”
“Once Christmas is over, I’ll go to the store.Right now I just don’t have time to do much of anything,” I promised.
He walked back into the living room and set the soda down beside the pizza.“Start eating while I take the boys out.”
“I think you like ordering me around,” I laughed.
“It’s called taking care of you, doll.”He pointed at the pizza.“I expect at least two pieces missing by the time we come back in.”
I gave him a salute and flipped back the lid.“I’m not even going to ask how you knew mushroom and sausage is my favorite.”He more than likely asked Marcy, just like he had with my coffee.
He walked to the back door with the boys following him.“Because it’s my favorite, too.”The door shut behind him.
I looked down at the pizza and smiled.Of course, we would like the same pizza.Just another thing that made sense between Saint and me.
I wolfed down the first slice of pizza, and I could feel the life coming back in me.I hadn’t eaten anything since the sandwich he had dropped off around lunch.
Five minutes later, Salt and Pepper bounded back into the house with Saint trailing in after them.“I swear Pepper is on crack,” he chuckled.“And then Salt is this Zen dude just sniffing the air.”
I wiped my mouth and smiled.“That is the perfect description of them.”
Pepper skidded to a stop at my feet, and Salt waited for Saint to sit down before he assumed the begging position.
“Pizza good?”he asked.
“The best.”
