Reckless||Bryce hall fan fiction

Chapter 40

2 years later

i woke up to the smell of waffles. Once i smelt it, adrenaline was pumping and boy was i hungry. I threw my blankets to the side and ran downstairs. "goooooood morning babe." bryce said while standing at the stove. "good morning." i said while kissing his cheek. I sat at the island prepared for what bryce made. (btw hes really good at cooking) he plopped in front of me an omelette with fruit and waffles. "dammnnn." i said while staring at it. "you say that everytime." he says. "so whats the plan today." i ask. "well we need to go food shopping." he said. "mmm okay." i mumble. "and i also have a surprise for you so finish your food and get dressed." i finish my food and run upstairs. i put on a maroon v neck and some yoga pants with my black nikes.
~~~skipping car ride~~~
instead of the food market, we pull up to a near by animal shelter. "bryce... what are we doing." i ask. "i know you have always wanted to come here." he said. i just stared at him and without saying a word i get out of the car and speed walk into the shelter. There were cats/kittens, dogs/puppies, birds ect. bryce was behind me, took my hand and walked me to the back. "bryce were are you taking me." i ask him. "you'll see." he said. as we turn the corner a woman was holding a dog on a leash. it was wagging its tale and ran to me. it jumpped and was all over the place. at this point i was on my knees petting and playing with the puppy. "so, what do you think." bryce asked me. "what do you mean?" "do you like your new puppy?" he said. "hes so- what." i say. "what!" i say louder with tears in my eyes. he just smiles. i get up and hug him so tightly. i look at the puppy and plays with him more. after a couple of minutes the woman takes him behind the counter and bryce does the paperwork. after he finishes he gives the leash to me. we put him in the car and drive home

~~~skipping car ride~~~

once i open the door the dog runs in smelling everything jumping on everything. "i think we should name him rocky." i say. "he looks like a rocky." he adds. as we watch rocky run from room to room.