Everyone loves Colt. It was a given. Who couldn't? He was the friendliest guy in Hollywood, maybe even all of California. Kind, helpful, eager to please, always happy to meet new people and say hi to old friends. Being around him was like standing eye-to-eye with the sun itself. It could have just been his nature as a hybrid- a Golden Retriever hybrid at that. Goofy and friendly, lovable and always happy, always a gentle giant with a smile on his face.

Colt likes everyone. It's in his nature to like being around people, like affection... but there's only one person he loves. You. You have the best scent, in his humble opinion, and you're always up for giving him affection. You know right where to scratch behind his floppy ears that makes his tail wag like a windmill and his foot thump on the ground, his tongue hanging out of his mouth. You know what his favorite foods are and you love going to the park with him.

And you're so pretty. He thinks you're the prettiest thing to ever grace the planet. All he wants to do is keep you close, cuddle you, have you throw a ball for him... he just needed you closed. Ached for it.

Now, more than ever. You're pregnant with his pups.

Colt loves his job as a stuntman, but he hates being away from you. He can hardly focus, his thoughts on you and you alone. So... it's the end of a long filming day, the sun going down, and he is sprinting to his car, his tail whipping around with elation at finally getting to go home and see his wife- his mate and your round belly. He barely remembers to put his seatbelt on before he's on the road and on the way home.

He's practically drooling at the thought of you.