Cow Chop One-Shots Yo

James X Reader (fluff) // Ein Baby

"Oh, Y/N, I think Ein Baby is sick. She's been sleeping all day and her ears aren't even perking up when I call her name." He sighs. You can hear the worry in his voice as you sit on the couch next to him, wrapping your arm tightly around his shoulders.

"Baby, I'm sure she's going to be okay. We can drop her by the vet this morning. I'll call right now." You reply. He nods his head. You kiss his temple before sliding on the screen and unlocking your phone, quickly looking up the number to the nearest veterinarians office. As soon as you spot it, you dial the number and wait for someone to pick up.

Once they answer, you explain what has been going on with Ein and also point out that she hasn't been eating a whole lot. The assistant tells you to bring her in and they'll examine her, although it can't be more than the flu. "Dogs can get that too!" She assured you.

You click the phone off as you hang up and inform your year-long boyfriend (and Ein's father) of what's going to happen. You sit back on the couch next to a panicking James and open your arm, allowing him to cuddle into your side and on your chest. You play with his hair, trying to help calm him down.

"The vet will check her out later today. They said it may just be the flu, but to check just in case. She's going to be okay, Jammie. I promise." You say, making his brown eyes meet yours. You smile, trying to reassure him.

He plants a kiss along your jaw, for that's all he can reach. You let out a small giggle; that was ticklish for some reason on you. He hears your giggle and uses this as a distraction to continue tickling you.

"James!"

"Stop it!"

"Jame-haha-stop it!"

Echoed around the apartment as he rolled on top of you, continuing his attack. He stops as you both make eye contact with each other. He looks genuinely happy in this moment.

He plants a kiss on your lips in a swift movement. This kiss was full of love. These were your favorite type of kisses.

After a few moments you break apart from hearing Ein yak up some of what little she ate previously. Worry fills both of your faces as you both jump up and rush over to her. "She looks miserable." You mutter, looking at her with sadness as if she were your own child.

Not to say she wasn't. She basically was the only kid you and James had together. She was yours and his and you loved her with every fiber of your being. You spoiled her like she was your daughter and she loved it.

"I'll clean this up and you get her ready for the vet." You say, getting some paper towels and disinfectant.

You clean up the mess as James gets her collar and some treats for being a good girl.

You toss the mess of paper towels away and disinfect the area before helping her and James to the car and allowing James to drive to the office. As he parks, Ein lets out a small whimper. She knows where she's at.

You approach the receptionist, and most likely the woman You spoke to earlier. "Hi, my dog has been sick most of the week. She vomited about 15 minutes ago. That's a first. She hasn't been eating and she looks miserable." You inform her.

"Okay. We'll get her back immediately. You have kept her fluids up, correct?" She asks.

"We've tried the best we can, but she's just been so out of it; it's hard." You reply, sighing.

"I'll just need some information on her and you, then you can be on your way to the back." She says. You nod and give her the information she asks for, looking at James and her every so often to make sure you were correct.

"Thank you. Take a seat and we'll call her back as soon as possible." She smiles at you.

You sit in the empty seat next to James and you both sprawl Ein across your laps, petting her favorite spot: behind the ears. "You'll be okay, baby. I promise." You say, stroking her fur.

After a few moments, they call you call back into the office. They run some tests on the dog.

After what felt like hours of anxious waiting, the doctor returns.

"She just has a little virus, that's all. We will put her on an antibiotic for the next two weeks and she should feel better in no time." The doctor says. You and James jump out of the chairs you were sitting in, hollering with joy. At least she isn't terribly sick.

The doctor discharges you with the medicine and you all drive home. You settle Ein in and give her the first dose of medicine.

She fights you. "Ein, come on. This will make you feel better." You beg. She turns her nose away. You sigh.

"Ein, you know you'll feel better. Please take your medicine." You keep begging, but to no avail. James walks in, grabs the pill from your hand and coaxes Ein over to him.

"Baby, take this. You'll feel better and you can play around again. Please?" He begins to beg. She take it from him no problem.

Suddenly, playful jealously fills you and your jaw drops. "How dare she?!" You question, jokingly. James is petting her and she's smiling, her small tail wagging back and forth.

"I'm her favorite. We all know this." James says, letting her crawl into his lap and almost fall asleep instantly. You pout. "Don't worry, Y/N. you're still my favorite." He smiles.

"Damn, I better be." You reply, cuddling up to his side. You may be sitting in the middle of the kitchen floor, but anywhere with James was comfortable. You loved being in the vicinity of him and just thinking about him could put you at ease. You really loved this man.

You take your turn petting Ein. Petting her soft fur lulls you to sleep. You sigh and drift off tucked into James' side.

"You make a good dog mommy/daddy," He says. "Maybe you'll make a good kid mommy/daddy too, one day."

You smile with him. "Maybe..."