It Started with a Crack by Piper James

Noah: How do you feel about dogs?

Me: In general? I love them. But I know they’re a lot of work.

Noah: What about little dogs, like Sage and Chase’s?

Me: Peaches is the best. But I love Belle’s beast, Thanos, too. Why are you asking?

Noah: No reason.

Me: Noah.

Noah: Ugh, fine. I got a dog.

Me: I’m on my way home.

Noah: Please don’t kill me! I’ve just always wanted one, and this cute little guy was stuck in the animal shelter for ages.

Me: Ten minutes out.

Noah: You’re not going to kill me, right?

Me: Driving.

Noah: Come on, Dakota. At least tell me if I need to hide the knives.

Me: Okay, I pulled over, since you’re obviously freaking out. I’m not mad. I’m ecstatic. I’m coming home to snuggle the shit out of that dog. Shit that you’re going to clean up, because he’s your responsibility.

Noah: So you get all of the snuggles, and I get all the work?

Me: Damn straight. Now stop texting me so I can get home and get to snuggling.

Noah: God, I like you so much.

Noah: Seriously. Last one. Hurry up. He’s so fucking adorable, I could just die.