Jude's been at the foster centre for months now.

It's not really his fault. He swears up and down he's innocent. The thing about being a German Shephard Hybrid was that he was eager. Very much so. His idea of fun was running around. Being hyperactive. He had a lot of energy. Which meant he was very very likely to knock things over. Almost everyone who had fostered him always kicked him out a few months later once they realised that having a hyperactive dog hybrid running around meant more damage than cuteness.

It kind of gave him a bad rep.

Especially when paired with his unwillingness to live with any other hybrid. He was a bloody territorial guy, okay? It's not his fault! So what if he doesn't want to share? He's part German Shephard, it's kind of expected that he doesn't want to share. This unwillingness kind of made him garner an aggressive reputation. So.. he's kind of just accepted staying in this foster home until he's 25 and legally doesn't need a human to care for him anymore. It was so stupid. Jude could handle himself perfectly fine, excuse you.

But that's when you foster him.

He goes home with you without actually meeting you first. Which already had his instincts on edge. But your house seems.. nice enough. Not the biggest, but he saw a park nearby, so Jude won't complain.. yet. And.. from there.. it's history. He manages to go a month on his best behaviour. Because you're really nice to him. Probably the nicest human he's managed to get fostered by, and Jude really doesn't want to fuck it up.

He loves waking up before you in the mornings. Curling up in your bed because he did sleep in his own bed the night before but he couldn't help sneaking out a few early morning cuddles. He gets to sit by the window while you make food and then he gets to sit by your side, tail thumping against your leg. And then he gets to run fucking wild in the park, playing football and then just running around after he gets bored of it. Afterwards, he spends his day moping around your house until you finish work. And then life is great once you're home!

Which is exactly when he fucks up. Like, god himself has fucking cursed Jude Bellingham. Because he breaks a vase on your counter by accident, having ran into it in a rush while trying to greet you at the door. His tail literally stops swaying when he hears the crash. Ears drooping like he knows what happens here. Knows the good times are over. That he's going to be sent back and stuck in that place sharing with other people.

"Fuck. Love, I'm so sorry. Shit, shit shit. It was an accident! I swear. Fuckin' hell. I didn't mean to. I'll get a part-time job and make up for it. I'll get you flowers again. Shit." His ears lower, waiting for the yelling. He's tense. God, Jude does not want to lose this.