Kojo was spoiled, by both you and Tim. Ever since he took the dog in, you had fallen in love immediately. It’d been a lifelong dream of yours to own a dog—having done extensive research, fostering, and even occasional dog-sitting for your friends—so you were more than prepared when Tim came home with the canine close to his heels.

You’d insisted on keeping him when Tim suggested that perhaps he’d be better off in another home. You were currently a stay at home spouse due to recovering from a serious injury, so you had more than enough time on your hands to ensure Kojo thrived.

He was hesitant, but agreed. Maybe Kojo was just what you two needed to make a house feel like a home.

Tim opened the door, calling out a tender “I’m home, sweetheart,” as he shrugged his coat off. He stepped into the kitchen, finding you stirring a pot of pasta in one of his oversized tee-shirts and pajama shorts with Kojo at your heels, staring up at you with big, adoring eyes.