Milk and biscuits, that was all they needed from the shop. She hadn’t even needed to take a bag, she was just going to carry everything the few streets back to the house. So when she stepped back through the front door and faced her wife with a bundle in her arms that was so very clearly not milk or biscuits she smiled sheepishly. As she should, because there was a tiny, snuffly puppy in her arms.
“What the fuck, Sarah?”
“She’s so cute.”
“Sarah-” Wendy didn’t quite know what to do. The puppy was indeed extremely adorable, what puppy isn’t? But Sarah hadn’t even consulted her about buying a puppy. It hadn’t even been mentioned as a possibility.
“Where did you get her from?”
“The house next to Bargain Booze. Their dog had puppies and they’re selling them. I’m going to name her Biscuit.”
“’Cause I was meant to be getting biscuits.”
“Fucking…just. For god’s sake, Sarah. A puppy?”
“Sorry.” It was said with a whisper as Sarah pulled the puppy up to her face and eskimo kissed the back of its head.
Wendy walked back to the kitchen and put her head in her hands. She just didn’t know what to do. How was she supposed to cope with this? She was pretty sure random puppy-buying wasn’t a normal problem. The next door neighbours had taken 3 weeks to agree on what colour to paint the fence and Sarah had walked out and bought a puppy in less than half an hour. God, she wanted a cup of tea. But she couldn’t because they didn’t have any bloody milk.
“Can we keep her?”
“Well, they said this is a trial period. Like, we can take her back if you really don’t want to keep her.”
“Sarah, this is just a surprise. I don’t know what to do, to be honest.”
And then Wendy had two pairs of puppy-dog eyes staring up at her, begging for her to love them.
A week later and Biscuit was a permanent fixture of their home, bounding around the small living room in joy and chewing up every sock in sight. Wendy loved her, she really did; it was kind of hard not to love a little ball of fluff that loved you back unconditionally. Sarah was a different matter altogether. She could see her watching Biscuit, seeing the pressure it had put on Wendy to deal with this spontaneous decision. Overthinking her actions like she might push Wendy into another screaming match like the puppy purchase had done. Wendy wasn’t even upset anymore. A little wary of letting Sarah going shopping alone but not mad. Not really, anyway.
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