Xenia is supposed to be MY emotional support human. I was not a fan of this switch of roles, but for Xenia, I would try my best. Just because I failed all those training classes to be an official support animal doesn’t mean I cannot be here for my human. She has always been there for me when I was upset. It’s about time I returned the favor. I didn’t understand why she was upset. She’d been so happy a few moments ago. She was trying on her new dress, and everyone was gushing over her and talking about how great today would be. I still didn’t know what was happening today. I knew Xenia was getting all dressed up, even fancier than when she and Clay went on a night out. I got a purple outfit and a crown of flowers to wear. Zeus was given a special outfit, too. So, something big was going on. Even if all the special clothes didn’t make it clear, we were in a strange place, and there were people we only saw occasionally. Plus, all my puppies were here. I love to see my puppies. It’s
I didn’t know what made me think pressing myself against the door was a good idea. There was no way little me could keep out Clay or his equally tall and strong twin sister. I should have been upset with Reese for deciding to get him when I started crying over the pregnancy test. But I can’t. Because as I looked at his face and saw all the love and concern in his eyes, I knew she was right. I needed him. “Xenia, baby, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?” Clay asked as he put Zeus down. “What worries do I need to put to rest?” “It’s not worries, per se.” I sighed and steadied myself with Tink’s help. “I just…” I frowned as I avoided eye contact with him. It’s not that I’m ashamed that I’m pregnant. I mean, it’s my fault for not being on top of renewing my birth control. Clay couldn’t help it if a condom broke. We agreed to use both condoms and my birth control to be safe. We knew we wanted kids, eventually. Like he said, we’d have one after the puppies were born when we were ready.
Pregnant! Xenia is pregnant! I’m going to be a dad!? Me, of all fucking people, is going to be a dad! I know we tackled the subject when the puppies were born. But an offhand ‘we’ll have one when it’s time’ differs from a positive pregnancy test. A positive test is real. Our baby is currently growing inside her as we speak. How far along is she? How did I miss the signs? Has she missed her period? No, I couldn’t go off that her birth control made that hard to track properly. We’ll have to wait till we see a doctor to get an estimate on how far along she is. I say estimate because, in my family, we’re big, so judging just on the size of the fetus may not work. Though I guess they can go off from developmental stages like when certain organs develop and yadda. As I walked into the ceremony, all eyes turned to me. Reese underestimated how many guests we had. Including Xenia’s mom, sisters, and Reese, we had 48 guests. So, add Xenia and me, and we had 50 people. That’s, of course, no
I groaned, rolling away from the tongue, licking my face. Gross. Just fucking gross. Squinting through one eye, a large framed print of art greeted me. Or at least it’s called art by some people. I’m not sure I call a painting of two dudes on a hill with one riding the cock of the other while jerking himself off art. I know it is NOT something I want to wake up to see. But I don’t have a choice. This isn’t my place. I’m crashing at my cousin Makayla’s apartment since she’ll be in DC full time for at least six months. She’s fantastic for letting me stay here, especially with the mongrel, but did she have to have an entire erotic Japanese art set installed in EVERY room before I sublet from her? Of course, she did cause my cousin loves to torment anyone. I’m just her current victim. And worse, I’m paying her for this torture. A whine in the bed beside me brought my mind back to how I ended up in this predicament. Grumbling, I sat up, rubbing my hand over my face before looking at the
Today’s my day off. I should sleep in. If I could, I totally would. So what’s stopping me from languishing in my bed? Seventy-four pounds of fluff is trying to suffocate me as she climbs onto my chest shaking in fear because an ambulance sped past our building with the sirens blasting. Whoever named her Tinkerbell can go to hell with their sense of humor “Tink…” I groaned under her weight, trying to get her off me so I could breathe. “I know… scary loud sounds.” I tried to soothe her by petting her head as I managed to get out from under her and lay on my side, giving up most of my bed to the massive six-month-old Leonberger puppy. “You’re safe. I’m right here.” I assured her, snuggling into her soft fur as another siren outside made her whimper. I sighed, turning my head to look at the clock on my microwave across my tiny apartment. No point trying to get any more sleep, I’m fully awake, and it will take some time to settle Tinkerbell down. Poor baby has severe anxiety about loud
When Reese got me from the breeder, I’d hoped I would be living with her and her family. She was friendly, and I liked her husband and her babies for the brief period I spent around them before being put into a box. Even after Clay opened the box and I popped out, I didn’t believe I would be leaving. I thought it was just a way to surprise everyone else with me. The other little ones at her house were thrilled to meet me. I liked them, and they were good at chasing me. They played with me for hours. But then the big lummox picked me up and took me away. I cried the whole drive to his apartment. I had resigned myself to the fact that this was going to be my home, and I’d have to deal with Clay for the rest of my life. He didn’t seem bad. Clay took me to a pet store and got me a bed, toys, and other things I’d need. At least he was going to take care of me. So what’s my problem? He picked up the giggly blonde woman working at the pet store. You’d think I’d like her since she must l
Today started good, well beyond waking up the gay sex painting my cousin felt needed to be hung next to the bed. I’m eventually going to be desensitized to it all. Knowing my luck, by the time that happens, Makayla will decide to change the art to something else that will freak me out. Maybe I’ll find a new place before that happens, and then it won’t be an issue. Taking Zeus to the park was easy enough. Makayla’s place is less than two blocks from Central Park. Super convenient with a short-legged dog like Zeus. It’s so damn annoying how much of a chick magnet he is. Not that he’s a chick magnet, but I’m always happy to add some numbers to my phone. The problem is that even if I get these numbers, I can’t bring them home because he will fuck it up. He has fucked up every hookup since I got him. Well, every hookup that I brought home or around him. I was happy to get Missy and Sheila’s numbers and that there might be a way to parlay myself into a threesome. But I was already thinki
I know I’d said I would give the owner of that corgi a piece of my mind. But staring up at this giant man who looks like he’s carved of marble - I felt those muscles only moments ago, and the marble may be an accurate description - I was at a loss for words. How much time does he spend in the gym? Or is this not natural, and it’s all steroids? If it is steroids, do I even want to accept that offer of dinner or the use of his laundry? My eyes glanced at his crotch. I couldn’t help it, and don’t judge me. You’d have done the same. Looking down at his crotch is less of a strain on my neck than looking up at his face. Either he’s one of those men that stuffs for show, or that’s the real deal outlined in those jeans. So much for my thought that his muscles are steroids. “You realize the longer you gawk at him, the bigger he’s going to get.” He chuckled that deep masculine kind of chuckle that sent a shiver down my spine, not in a bad way. My eyes quickly cut back to his face, and gree