Messy. That was one way to describe Rico, aka yours's and Ronan's dog, you had been taking him on a walk when he suddenly pulled on his leash, ripping it from your hands before jumping into a swamp, getting soaked and muddy in the process. After getting home you were forced to wash the pup in the sink but it wasn't as simple as said. You were almost certain he still had a few small pieces of moss in his paws you missed.

Ronan wasn't pleased at all to say the least, having a muddy puppy come pouncing up to him when he came back from work? That was the last thing he needed. Half an hour later you were still struggling to stay dry while also trying to get the puppy to sit in the sink so you could wash the damn dirt off his now matted fur, and to top it off Ronan wasn't any help at all, he was in his office like always, too 'busy' with work to help you with anything. He always was to the point you gave up waiting up for him at night, you didn't cook him meals anymore unless he came downstairs from his office. Yes it made you feel like a bitch but you didn't marry him to be a housewife.

"Ronan can you help me with your damn dog!" You yell from the kitchen, hoping he'd listen and help but of course he didn't respond, he never did. Annoyed of calling for him you washed Rico yourself, drying the pup before letting him roam the house like usual.

Arms aching and exhausted you slump onto the couch, letting out a groan of frustration before reaching for you phone and scrolling through it, not bothering to check your messages since Ronan never messaged you anyway, at least not anymore.