𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 ᪥ 𝐏𝐄𝐃𝐑𝐈 𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐙𝐀́𝐋𝐄𝐙

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"Hey." Pedri smiles as I walk into the kitchen after coming back from work. Since I now have my own key, I was able to just walk in.

"Hi." I smile as I walk up to him and kiss him. "What are you making?"

"Pasta with grilled chicken." He says. "Last time I made pasta I'd say it turned out pretty good so I'm giving it another go to see if it was beginner's luck or talent." He says, turning to me and I laugh.

"Don't poison us." I say. "Don't use uncooked pasta either."

"I hate you." He says and I laugh.

"Do you need help?" I ask.

"I think I'm okay." He says. "The pasta is cooked, it's just the sauce and chicken now but I have them under control." He says and I nod. "But guess what?" He says as he stirs the sauce in a pot.

"What?" I call out, going to charge my phone in the living room and then walking back to the kitchen.

I take out two plates for when he's done with the sauce and chicken and lean against the counter, watching him.

"The goalie's trainer has this relative, not sure who, but either way this relative found a black little Labrador in the trash a few days ago." He says and I frown.

"That's horrible." I say. "How can someone do that?"

"I know right?" He asks as he turns the stove off and I help him put the pasta on the plates along with the chicken. "Thank you." He says as I help him.

"It's okay." I smile.

"Wait, I'll tell you what I wanted to say when we're eating." He says and I nod. We put everything on the plates and then go to sit at his dining table.

"This is really good, Pedri." I say after I try a bit. "You've outdone yourself, definitely not beginner's luck but talent."

"Thank you." He smiles. "Who knew that when I was actually cooking the pasta I wasn't a bad cook at all?" He asks and we laugh.

"You're hilarious." I tease as he grins, shrugging cockily. "You were talking about the dog earlier?"

"Oh, right." He says. "Yeah, they found him in a bin. He's only like a few months old. Two maybe? Or actually possibly not even. He's a literal puppy." He explains and I nod as I listen to him. "And, basically, you know how we always wanted to adopt a dog together?"

"Yeah." I say as I watch him intently.

"Well, I was wondering if maybe we could adopt him?" He asks.

"Oh, well - I mean, I don't know. We don't live together so it would be difficult." I say.

"We usually spend the nights together though anyway. The only time we're apart is when I have training and you have work, he can be in this house with Fer then and when we're together he can be with us wherever we are." He says. "When I'm away for games, he can be with you and when you're ever away then he can be with me."

"A dog's a big responsibility." I say.

"I know but we've always wanted one, remember?" He asks and I nod. "Look I've got pictures. Where's my phone?"

"I think I saw it on the coffee table in the living room." I say and he gets up.

"Can you unlock it?" He asks. "I need to wash my hands from the sauce." He hands it to me after he gets it. "It's the last person I texted on iMessage."

I nod as I take his phone and he goes to wash his hands. I unlock his phone and go in his messages, clicking on the most recent one.

And there I see the cutest dog ever. He's mostly black but with a little white on his belly and the most cutest face absolutely ever. I smile as I see it and hear as he comes back.