Rich Girl, Poor Boy

A Death In The Family

Jason's pov

We were sitting around catching up when I heard barking. I know exactly who it was. My old dog. "Hey boy it's been forever." I say, petting him. He's really old. Poor guy. I help him onto the couch beside me and keep a hand on his head. "So how far along are you?" "Almost four months. And my feet are swelling big time, hence the reason I wasn't wearing shoes." I smile as she talks about it. "I don't think I've ever been so happy." "Me too baby." I say, kissing her. The old dog lays his head in my lap. Like old times.

*later*

"Night, mom." I say, hugging her. "So this was your room?" Miranda says. I glance around and notice all the George Strait and Alabama posters on the wall. "There used to be a guitar in a glass case but I brought it to Nashville with me." She turns around. "The same-" "Yep the same one in my.... I mean Keith's bar." "You really miss being bartender, don't you?" I nod as she walks over. "I like your room, Jay." I look around again. It's just an ordinary kid's bedroom. "How many girls have you brought up here?" Oh jeez. Is this a trick question?! "No clue baby. That was high school. I don't remember it too well." She laughs and grabs my shirt, pulling me onto the bed where we make out and make love. After, Bentley stumbles in and I help him up by our feet before falling asleep.

*the next day*

I fall off the bed to someone screaming. I look at Miranda confused and she's staring at the end of the bed, a hand over her mouth. "B-Baby are you alright?" I gasp, my voice choked with sleep. "Oh Jason, your dog." I glance at the end of the bed. Oh man, Bentley is dead. He must've died in the middle of the night. I stand up. I pet his head one more time. "Poor old boy. He waited around for me to visit before kicking the bucket." "Are you okay Jason?" "Yeah." I pick him up and go bury him.

Miranda's pov

Poor Jason. "That old dog waited and waited then saw his master one last time." I whisper, walking downstairs. "What happened? We heard a scream." His dad says. "Bentley died in the middle of the night." I say, sighing, a hand against my stomach. His dad shrugs and his mom sighs. "He's in a better place." He says. Jason walks back in. I force a smile and hug him. "Are you sure you're alright?" He smiles and holds my hands. "Baby, I'm a guy. A dog dying won't bring me to tears. I'm fine." "Ok. I just feel like-" He cuts me off with a soft kiss. "Don't fret. Stress ain't good for the baby." He says, rubbing my stomach. "I love you." He whispers to my stomach. The baby kicks, making us both jump and his parents laugh. "The baby knows your voice." I say, smiling. He smiles too and kisses me again.