young puppy love is what they called it. but, it was almost never literal. in your case it was literal.

you’d recently adopted an older golden retriever labrador as a comfort sort of thing. your house just felt very empty and needed another being in it.

anyway, as labrador’s take up a lot of time to look after because of their seeming never ending stamina, you walked your dog around a nearby local park to try and burn some of the energy.

in the park, you’d noticed your dog, daisy, started to go off and play with a german shepherd. you thought it was cute, and it gave your legs a little break by being able to sit down for a few minutes.

a couple months passed, and it was autumn now. cozy, warm clothes—and slightly rubbish weather. especially since you liver in england. you were on another walk with daisy and said german shepherd was around for their walk. you hanged around for a little, until it started to rain. you pulled your coats hood up and stumbler backwards to hide under a tree for shelter, and, much to your misfortune, you accidentally bumped into someone. they caught you swiftly, a hand on your waist to stabilise you.

“oh, sorry—“ you spluttered out after yelping, turning around to face them. it was a man: early thirties, maybe. dusty blonde hair, hazel eyes, and mighty tall.

“no problem, luv.” the man replied, unbothered; his tone gruff but not unfriendly. his eyes subtly scanned your face, and looked away to spot his dog, riley, the german shepherd daisy was playing with.

you and the man, you’d soon found out was named simon, got to talking. just small talk about random things, but it was nice instead of just walking in silence.

days flew by, and you and simon started going on dog walks together. it was fitting as you noticed you lived a few houses away from eachother, and your dogs were practically in love with eachother.

in love they were. after a check up at the vets, it was revealed to you that daisy was pregnant. obviously with riley’s puppies. could not be any other dog. this recent discovery drew you and simon closer than before, having you come round his place for dinner a few nights, and vice versa. it was nice—especially the subtle flirting. he was a good-looking man, and you were both single, so..

one night, daisy gave birth in simons living room. she gave birth to a batch of 6 puppies, mixes of labrador and german shepherd. they were adorable.

after cleaning up daisy, and by some miracle getting the puppies to sleep, you and simon just got to ‘casually’ talking on one of his sofa’s.

his fireplace was lit, and the lighting was dimmed, creating a warm, intimate sort of mood. eventually, a few well-deserved drinks were handed out, causing the both of you to get a little more bold. more confident.

said confidence led to a rather fun night on simon’s sofa; which you were surprised didn’t break at any point.

the next morning, you were (un)pleasantly awoken by a cold, wet feeling on your bare skin. the puppies were awake, and licking your face to wake you up. what a lovely alarm.

going to move, you were stopped by a noise on your chest. a rather grumpy protest from simon, who was equally as bare and lazily laid on top of you.