I'm Supposed to Love You (Peterick)

Puppies!

"LOOK AT HOW CUTE THEY ARE!" Pete shrieked, running over and picking one of the pups up.

"They are pretty cute." We had found an English Bulldog breeder and Pete was so keen on getting that kind of a puppy.

"I want this one!" Pete hugged the squirming puppy and gave me big pleading eyes.

I laughed as the puppy licked his cheek. "Okay..." I said.

"YAY!" He turned the puppy so they were nose to nose. "Imma call you Hemingway!" he said.

I smiled and hugged him. "I like that name. Happy Birthday, PeterPanda." I kissed his nose, earning a lick from the puppy.

"AWWW! He likes you!" Pete smiled.

The breeder came back. "Do you guys have one picked out?"

Pete nodded quickly and enthusiastically. "This one, Lil Hemingway here!" He held the puppy up for the breeder to see.

She chuckled. "Alright, you three. C'mon... I can tell you three are going to be long time best friends." She lead us back to the living room and handed us all the puppy equipment. "Here's a leash, a collar, two bowls... some toys." she handed me the box since Pete had the puppy and wasn't paying any attention whatsoever. She told me what to do and sent us on our way.

"You'll love your new house, buddy!" Pete gushed to the dog who yipped happily and watched out the window.

When we got home, Pete hopped out of the car and ran to the front of the house, the puppy happily trotting after him before I scooped him up in my arms. "Pete, you should have listened to the breeder, she said to not let the puppy on the ground until he's had his shots!" (When we got our floppy puppy, She wasn't allowed on the ground. But we let her when we got straight home to go to the bathroom. It was a fun trip home... I ended up with cuts on my hand from the puppy teeth gnawing it raw! It was still cute tho! ^·^)

Pete pouted. "You're no fun, Trick..."

I kissed him. "I don't want our puppy to get sick."

He nodded and looked down.

I tried to get the key into the lock, but Hemingway was too squirmy so it was a hassle.

Pete took notice immediately and took the pup from me.

We got inside and Pete and the puppy ended up tearing up the stairs to our room then back. They chased each other throughout the house.

I laughed at the cuteness. I'm happy as long as Pete's happy.

Pete stopped for a minute when he realised I was smiling. "What?" he asked.

I shrugged. "I want some attention too." I said, running my hand down his chest.

He smiled. "Then just say so." He kissed me, our arms snaking around each other.

Then Pete pulled back abruptly and looked down.

My gaze followed.

Hemingway had decided to lift his leg and pee on Pete's foot.

"No!" Pete groaned, picking the puppy up.

But that was a bad idea, Hemingway continued to pee.

"Outside, quick Pete... TAKE HIM OUTSIDE!" I yelled, scrambling to get the paper towels and the carpet cleaner.

Pete rushed outside to the backyard and I stayed inside to clean up the mess.