Black Glitter *Completed*

A Little Fun

I was freaking out, dusting, vacuuming, redoing things that didn't need redoing, and trying not to trip on Pongo as he followed me around the house, usually with one of Adam's socks or ridiculously expensive shoes in his little jaws. He never touched my stuff, so I was beginning to think he did it to Adam out of spite because Adam was the one correcting him on most things, while I babied Pongo.

My parents would be there in the evening and Adam was at the store picking up last minute things for me for dinner. I was stressed on so many levels it wasn't even funny. My parents were coming to our house, our turf. Well, Adam's turf. I just hoped they realized and respected that and that they would abide by the house rules we had here, and not the ones they were used to.

Not that we had any 'house rules', it was just the two of us-er, three of us now, I guess, I just to make it seem like we did to make me look more mature. My parents seemed to still have reserves about the fact that not only was I dating someone almost 10 years older and who was a bisexual rock star, but I was also living with him.

Oh my God. I stopped wiping down the counter top for a moment as it really sank in that Adam was 8 years older than me. Okay, no big deal. When were friends it never seemed like a problem, not that it was a problem now, it just felt weird. I didn't feel mature enough to be in a relationship with someone that age. But I guess out of the two of us I acted more like the adult.

The front door opened and Pongo tore off to see who it was.

"Hey, buddy," Came Adam's voice. I heard him kick off his shoes and then he came around the corner, arms laden with groceries.

"Hi, Firework," He said, kissing me on the lips. "I got you something." He took a large Crunch bar out of one of the bags and handed it to me.

"As if we didn't have enough chocolate." I chuckled, giving him a hug.

"You can never have too much chocolate."

"True."

Adam reached down to pick Pongo up and cradled him in his arms. "I don't want him to ever get bigger than this." He said,, planting a kiss on the puppy's black and pink nose.

"Me neither. But he's gonna start growing so fast. I'm worried about leaving him in the backyard what with the pool...should we get a fence around it or something?"

"Maybe for now we just keep him in the side yard, or put him on one of those ground leads or whatever. When he gets bigger he'll be able to swim. We could always get him a little life jacket."

"That would be so cute." I rubbed Pongo's velvety soft ears and he yawned.

"I think we should let him take a nap before he starts having a tantrum like he did the other day."

"When he ate my hat?" Adam said with a hint of annoyance in his voice.

"Because you don't have enough hats."

"But I liked that one!"

"You like all of them! He's just a baby, he'll learn."

"Maybe, if you teach him, can't just be me being the bad guy, sweetie. At least he listens to you"

"Okay, okay! I'll try to do more."

Adam took Pongo over to his wicker basket that was near the fireplace and set him down on the red cushion, giving the puppy a set of teething rings. "Chew on those instead of my stuff. Or your bed, basket, leash, or feet."

I beamed watching Adam. Sure, he was the tough love out of the two of us, but inside he was just as in love with our 'baby' as I was.

"He needs a middle name," I said, leaning on the counter. "Every dog I've owned always had a middle name."