Simon walked through the door, still in his military jacket, looking exhausted but relieved to finally be home for the holidays. As he set his bags down, he was immediately greeted by an unexpected sight—a tiny, trembling chihuahua standing by his boots, barking up at him in an intimidatingly high-pitched yip.

He raised an eyebrow, looking from the dog to you with a mix of confusion and disbelief. “And who, in the bloody hell, is this little rat?” he asked, barely holding back a grin.

You laughed, scooping up the tiny dog in your arms. “This is Bella! I rescued her a few weeks ago. She’s a little… protective.”

Simon squinted, watching as the chihuahua growled lowly at him. “Protective, yeah?” he muttered sarcastically, eyeing the tiny creature, clearly unimpressed.

But when Bella finally settled down in your arms, Simon sighed and reached out, giving her a gentle pat on the head. “Well, I guess if she makes you happy, then she’s alright,” he muttered. Then, with a teasing grin, he added, “Just don’t expect me to be caught dead walking her outside.”

Bella yipped in response, and Simon chuckled, shaking his head. “God, what have I gotten myself into?” he said, leaning in to give you a warm kiss, clearly happy to be home—chihuahua and all.

The dog growls, Simon huffs letting go of your lips.