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Cupid It Is

Aurora's POV:

"Yes, I promise. I'll get it done by Friday. Am I confident? Mostly. I know, you're looking for more than that. Yes, I know. Okay, got it. Thank you. Yes. Bye.", I stuttered out quickly, before hanging up the phone before flopping it beside me.

My hands immediately found their way to rub through my tired eyes. I sigh out and shake my head a little, the overwhelming combination of stress and sleep deprivation being a little too much for me to handle right now.

I lay my head against the back of the couch and stretch my arms out, attempting to relax. I seriously think I forgot how to. As if I was being rewarded for keeping myself together through all of this, I hear a car door shut, signifying Brendon's arrival.

I screech a little and pop up from the couch, a large, toothy smile consuming most of my face. He knows about everything going on in my life and for the past few weeks he's been doing a great job keeping me sane. Honestly, I don't know where I'd be without him.

I run to the door and pull it opened, not wasting a minute. Soon enough he's lightly jogging out of his car and to our front door. The smile he wears shows his mutual excitement. Brendon swoops through the doorway and ushers me into his arms.

I tangle my hands in his hair as my arms are wrapped around his neck. His go to my waist, like they always have for the past five years.

"Oh, Brendon. I missed you so much!", I squeal.

Brendon chuckles lightly, "I missed you, too, baby."

I smile at him as I pull away just enough so I can see his face. He kicks the door closed with his foot which causes me to cringe. He knows I hate that, and just laughs again.

I roll my eyes at him but just as I begin to turn away from him, Brendon grabs a hold of my shoulders and spins me back around. I give him a questioning look which doesn't seem to phase him as I decided to stay put this time as his hands retract from my shoulders and end up at the door knob.

"Brendon, what are you doing?", I ask, taking a step closer.

He ignores me, and instead opens the door just enough to peer his head through it. Questionably, his hand reaches out the door to preform some kind a foreign gesture that I'm unfamiliar with.

The door closes again and Brendon shoots me a big smile, keeping eye contact as he slowly starts to open the door again. I'm confused as ever, because whatever he has planned... wasn't planned. And unpredictability scares me.

"You know how you said you've always wanted a puppy?", Brendon begins.

But he can barely finish his question before a tiny, fluffy, Australian Shepard comes waddling through the doorframe and bumps into my leg. My eyes widened and my hand cupped around my mouth, muffling my next set of words.

Well, word.

"BRENDON!", I shout.

"I love it when you scream my name.", he teases, retracting himself from the position he was in, leaning against the wall, arms crossed.

Even as I roll my eyes and scoff when I kneel down to face the puppy, I can't hide the joy in my face. Neither can Brendon as he watches my hands find their way to the soft fur of the dog.

After a few minutes of me cooing and petting the dog (and Brendon just watching and smiling like a creep), I decided to ask some mandatory questions that had been bugging me.

"So, you got me a dog?"

I know, such a simple questions. To be honest,  if you knew Brendon you wouldn't be so unsure of why that was my instant mindset, mainly because how unpredictable he can be.

He nods.

"Why, where, how?", I bombarded.

"Because you like dogs and you were stressed, a boarding kennel your cousin works at, I have money and your cousin likes me.", He responds, nonchalantly.

I sigh and stand up, and so does Brendon. I'm quick to wrap him in a hug over my gratefulness and his wit. Man, I love this boy.

"Thank you so much, Brendon. I love you lots.", I say.

"I love you lots more."

We pull apart and I lift the dog from the ground.

"What are we gonna name...", I indicated.

"Her,", Brendon finishes.

"What are we gonna name her?", I complete, smiling dumbly.

Brendon shrugs, fooling with the hem of my shirt, "It's up to you."

"I've always wanted to name my dog Cupid."

His eyes revert from the fabric to my eyes and just when I thought he was going to start laughing he didn't. Although, an adoring smile was left on his face.

"Cupid it is."

A/N: Hey, everyone. So so sorry I haven't updated recently. It seems like forever. Anyway, I want to remind everyone that I'm finishing this book once it gets to 50 parts and then I'll start writing a new one that's more mature. The picture above is my doggo, Bird for reference of the breed. Australian Shepard's are my favorite which is why I used it in here. She was like 6 months old in this and hypothetically Cupid would be smaller I just didn't have baby pictures of Bird. Thank you all so so much for reading, voting, commenting, sharing, etc. I'm still taking requests and I will also for my other book when it comes out.

-Emma💗