Drugs, Sex, and Violence.

Ch. 9

"I just wanna do something!" I yelled frustrated because I couldn't leave our bed. Bear grumbled unhappily, I knew he wanted to move too but he knew I was healing, that's the best part about dogs, they just know.
He's now about as long as my leg, he's grown so much in two months it's unreal. He's still our baby though, and he knows it.
I sighed and checked the time, 5:35, Lou would be home soon hopefully, unneeded to get out of bed, but he forbid me from doing anything myself, Miguel was here on and off during the day to help me eat and let Bear outside.
As if in que Lou ran into our room with box with a big bow on it.
"Since today is a month of bed rest we're going to do something." He stated and handed it to me. I squealed and opened the box. It was a gorgeous red dress and a pair of black heels.
"Where are we going?" I asked eagar.  To get out of this stupid bed.
"Very fancy restaurant." He replied and gave Bear a belly rub. "You're such a good boy, taking care of mommy while dads gone." He said in the typical 'baby voice' it was adorable and I smiled and quickly changed and got ready.
"That was fast" Louis commented. "I've been stuck in this fucking bed and I want to leave." I replied.
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Guess who's back-Kylie