The first thing you heard when you walked into the chateau is John B whispering, “Shh… she just fell asleep.”

At first you think he’s talking to someone else — maybe one of the Pogues — but then you round the corner and see him on the couch, legs stretched out, wearing a loose beachy button-up and that blue hat he refuses to retire. And in his arms?

A tiny, black puppy… completely passed out on his chest.

Your heart melted instantly.

John B looked up at you with that sleepy, soft smile — the one he only ever gives when he’s totally relaxed. His voice comes out low, warm.

“Baby… look.”

He lifts his arm just enough to show you the tiniest wag of the puppy’s tail against his shirt. The dog snuggled deeper into his hand, like they’ve been best friends forever. Milo. He was such a cutie dog. Your bf was a cutie too lol.