Gift

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"Are you Okay? Is your head alright?" Mike asks as we walk through the front door. Home sweet home...

"Mike, I'm fine," I smile up at him to reassure him I'm okay. He puts the bag down and picks me up bridal style.

"What are you doing?" I ask whilst wrapping my hands around his neck for support.

"Taking you to bed because it's late and you need to sleep," He answers, I rest my head in his neck and accept that I'm tired.

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Feeling a lick being placed on my face, I cringe and reach out for Michael but all I get is fur.

Wait- Fur?!

I open my eyes and a little puppy comes into view. I spring up and pick the animal up, I hold it to my chest and kiss it's head.

I look up at Michael who is grinning whilst holding a flower, a rose.

"Is this a, is this a puppy?!" I ask and feel my eyes water. I've always wanted a dog!

"Mhm, she's seven weeks," He pets the dogs head and I sob into the fur. I love puppies.

"Is She for me?" I ask wiping my eyes. God. I hope she is!

"All for you,"

"Thank you. I love you so much," I crawl out of the bed and embrace Mike with the puppy in my arms.

"I love you too." He kisses my head and I sit back on the bed and place the puppy on the bed to walk around.

"What are you going to call her?" He asks and I bite my lip. I need to give her a name...

"I like... Sasha," I stroke her back and she crawls into my lap. Crap. She's chosen her position, I can't move until she moves...

"Sasha, I like it," Mike smiles, he hands me the rose and I smell it. "Thanks,"

"Why have you gotten me a puppy?" I ask feeling very sceptical. Why would he get me a dog all of a sudden?

"Can I give my Wife gifts once in a while?" He raises a brow.

"Not if your buying gifts for your Wife even though she tells you repeatedly that she doesn't want money to be spent on her," I fight back with a smirk, he bites his lip and stands up straight.

"But I like spending money on my Wife,"

"But she doesn't," I wink. I spring up from the bed and brush past him. I feel my butt being slapped. I jump.

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