Worth Fighting For

Not Worth It At All

December 23, 2016-Montreal, QC, Canada-10:19 P.M

Hopping out on the passenger side, I stepped out onto the sidewalk before turning to face Brendan Gallagher. "Thanks for the ride Gally."

"No problem Army, now go enjoy your birthday."

I chuckled "Lounging on the couch and catching up on my TV shows is all I will be doing."

Gally let out a laugh, "If that's what you want to do then try not to go too crazy."

"I won't." I shut the car door, "Enjoy your holidays Gally."

"You too."

As he drove up the street he gave one final honk before disappearing into the darkness. I smiled and entered the lobby of my condominium building as I ascended the stairs to my place. Once opening the door the sound of Marshall galloping towards the front door made me chuckle.

"Hey there Marshmallow, I hope you weren't sleeping on my bed again."

He barked and ran towards the kitchen where his dog food was.

"Don't worry; I'll feed your big butt in a second."

Tossing my gym bag onto the floor, I slipped out of my shoes and yanked my coat off before walking over to scoop out two cups of dog food for Marshall. After placing the bowl on the ground I strolled into my bedroom to change into a pair of sweats and a tank top. As I was finishing putting my hair up in a bun I heard a voice say, "Happy B-Day babe."

Looking up in the mirror I saw Taylor resting against the doorframe with a bouquet of red roses. I smiled a little before walking towards him. "Now what are you doing here?"

He wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me closer to him. "Surprising my beautiful fiancé for her birthday."

I sighed and forced a smile, "Well it's good to see you."

Taylor kissed me "I hope so." He placed the bouquet of roses on the dresser before placing his hands on my hips. "Because I intend on spending every second with you."

A shriek came out as he tossed me over his shoulder and placed me on the bed where he proceeded to kiss me. Almost immediately I placed my hands on his chest and pushed him off of me, "I'm really not in the mood Taylor."

Huffing Taylor faceplanted into the blanket, "Fine, whatev-"

He stopped halfway into his sentence when out from the kitchen Marshall came storming into the room and tossed himself onto me as he began to growl and bark at Taylor. Taylor jumped off the bed and into the corner of the room.

"Shh.Shh. Marshall quiet!" I commanded to which Marshall listened to but he refused to break eye contact with a very terrified Taylor.

"You got a dog?" Taylor questioned.

I petted Marshall on the head to try and calm him, "I told you I had a dog, remember?"

Taylor's eyebrow rose, "As in the dog that you shared with Tyler?"

CRAP!

"Yes." Is all I managed to get out as I tried to cook up some sort of lie in my head.

"So what the heck is he doing here with you?"

"I am dogsitting him since my dad is unable to with his work schedule."

"So your father is the one who gave him to you? Not Tyler?"

I just nodded my head and continued to scratch Marshall, hoping that Taylor bought it. The sigh of relief that came out of his mouth let me know that he did indeed buy it.