“Actually, yeah, I was coming to see if she survived the night with dickhead here, and to see if he wants advice on where to get what he needs.”
“Aw she’s actually being nice to me, even by calling me dickhead. Did you hear how she said it? That was affection right there,” I said, smirking as she shot me a glare.
“That’ll teach me to be nice. Prick.”
“Aw she loves me.”
Harley groaned, earning himself a savage but tiny growl when he tried to stroke Baby’s head.
“Jesus, why doesn’t she like me? I’m a nice guy.”
“She’s like that with the Pres too, man. Maybe you guys just don’t have it. She only likes me.”
V turned and faked gagging again. “Poor thing is delusional.”
“Me or the dog?”
“Both.”
V
Eventually, because you canonly belittle a man so long before he starts to take it to heart, and strangely, that wasn’t my aim, I made my offer.
“Why don’t you grab the pup with no name, and I’ll give you a ride to the large pet superstore. You’ll need all sorts of stuff to keep her happy. When did you last feed her?”
Rocket rolled his eyes, checking the time on his phone. “An hour ago, as per your very sassy instructions.”
“And she’s still not taking to food yet? Just wants the milk?”
He frowned. “Is that bad? Is there something wrong with her?”
I shook my head, reaching out to take the pup from Caroline, who pouted as she handed her over, while I relished the warmthof the little sweetheart. Rocket might have been right about her not liking men, because she’d taken to me immediately, and Caroline too, by the sound of it.
“There’s nothing wrong, Rocket. I think she wasn’t fully weaned yet, so she’s probably not quite eight weeks old yet. I can help you get her onto solids. Let’s go to my car.”
“I brought my ride,” he protested, following me as I marched toward the door, nodding at Harley as I passed him.
“And that’s a lovely story, but I’m not getting on that deathtrap with you,anda fucking puppy.” I heard him grumbling behind me, but he followed, and took his ‘baby’ back from me as he got in the car.
“Jesus, this thing feels like a fucking coffin.”
“Thanks, that’s what I was going for,” I snarked as I pulled my perfectly reasonably sized fucking car out onto the main road. It was a four door sedan, not a mini, dammit.
“You’re kinda unpleasant, you know that?”
“And you’re rude.”
“Sorry I didn’t keep texting last night, if that’s why you’re so cranky. She peed on the bed, and by the time I’d stripped it and made it again, it was late.” Oh. I had wondered why he hadn’t replied again, and told myself repeatedly that it didn’t matter.
“I was asleep anyway,” I murmured, doing my best to sound like I didn’t give a crap.
Silence fell for the next few minutes, as I navigated my way through traffic, heading for the large pet superstore on the other side of the town centre. Finally Rocket groaned.
“Okay, so what shit am I looking for? A bed, you said?”
“Bed, more dishes, collar, lead, probably a little coat to keep her warm. Toys. Dogs need toys.”
“Jesus, gonna need a fucking bank loan at this rate,” he grumbled, but then he nuzzled the pup, “lucky you’re so damn cute, Baby.”
