I drive home from work excited to see my husband of 3 years Jimmy Hayes. he had been on a road trip with his hockey team for over four weeks and I was eager to see him.
my phone rang and I had no clue what I was going to hear on the other line.
" Hey, J! I'm almost home what's up?" I asked confused.
" Rover is dead." he mumbled, hiccups filling the speakers.
I hung up in raced home. I swung open the door to reveal a crying Jimmy hunched over on the couch. his eyes looked at me, resembling ones of a lost puppy.
I kicked off my heels and ran to him and cuffing him in a huge warm hug. " Awh, Baby"
I hummed. I said smile crept my face as he hiccuped under my clutch.
" it will be alright, J." I told him.
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As the day went on I cooked him some chicken soup and cuddled him. As the night came over us I asked the dreadful question.
" what happened ?"
" ...he got hit by a car." he hiccuped
" babe, come here" I mumbled, feeling terrible .
needless to say we cuddled all night, letting him express his every emotion.
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I'm so sorry for not posting... I hope u guys like it !:)
