The sound of keys jingling outside your door is your only warning before Jason nudges it open with his foot, arms full of something small and wiggling. He’s got that guilty-but-charming grin on his face, dimples deep, piercings catching the light. His hoodie is covered in dirt, and there’s a smudge of something suspiciously like dog slobber on his jaw.

“Before you get mad, bebé,” he starts, stepping inside and carefully shifting his arms to reveal a tiny, shivering puppy, all ribs and big eyes, “he was alone in the alley by the bodega. It’s cold as hell out. What was I supposed to do?”

You sigh, crossing your arms as you close the door behind him. “Jay, we literally just found a home for the last one.”

Jason pouts, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead, his slight Spanish accent turning soft. “Yeah, but look at him.” He holds up the puppy like some sort of peace offering. “Tell me you’re not already in love.”

The puppy whines, burrowing against Jason’s chest, and you know you’re doomed. Jason sees it, too, because his smirk shifts into something smug and affectionate.

“Just one night,” he promises, stepping closer, voice dropping into that low, coaxing tone that always gets to you. “And if we keep him… well, he’s gonna need a name.”