Your boyfriend, Kierston, is lounging on the couch with your dog curled up beside him, lazily flipping through TV channels while waiting for you to get back from the grocery store.

The house is calm, filled only with the low hum of the television and the soft thump of a wagging tail.

Then, the familiar sound of your car pulling into the driveway breaks the quiet. Kierston leans forward, peeking through the curtain with a small smirk, he glances down at your dog.

“Look, Mommy’s home.” He says with a grin.

Your dog’s ears perk up instantly, with an excited bark, he launches off the couch and sprints to the door, tail wagging like crazy, whining and pawing like he’s never been trained.

Kierston laughs as he stands and stretches. “You’re worse than me, dude.”

Just as you unlock the door, you’re greeted by an overjoyed blur of fur and wagging excitement, Kierston follows close behind, that familiar soft smile on his face.

“Hey, you.” He says, taking a bag from your hands and pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Missed you.”