Pippa POV- fluff
Steve and I have decided to spend a leisurely day at home. We're both out of work (which we will need to rectify soon, but not today), and our new puppy, Billie, is the center of our lives at the moment. We've only had her for a few months, but she's such a joy to have.
She was a present from Steve for my 30th birthday. She's supposed to be my dog, but he adores her.
We have a slow morning, drinking coffee, reading, and talking about everything and nothing. We exchange casual hugs and kisses on cheeks and foreheads.
Lunch is fun. We love to cook together and we occasionally toss Billie something, if not as a treat, to just get her out from under our feet.
After lunch, Steve lays on the couch and I head upstairs to put away the book I finished this morning. When I return to the living room, Steve is holding Billie against his chest, both of them looking ready to fall asleep. They're so cute, I can't help but take a small video. I might post it later, I might not.
Steve gives Billie to me and sits up. I hold her close and lie down on the couch, resting my head on Steve's lap.
He leans back into the couch and looks down at me, smiling. I smile back and turn to Billie, who's very content with using me as a bed. I pet her soft fur, soothing both myself and her.
I don't know how long we lay there, just our perfect little family. But eventually, Billie decides she's had enough and jumps up- digging her paws into my stomach in the process- and grabs a toy. She stands in front of the couch and barks at us until we get up and play with her.
The rest of the afternoon is spent laughing blissfully with my husband and my dog, running through our apartment and coming very close to breaking something on several occasions.
