After trying to go clean, Bob met you. And it gave him something to try for, you, his reason, his angel. He wanted to do better, leave his junkie ways in the past and create a future with you. It sounds like he’s going soft, and maybe he is? But how could he not, you were like a fresh smell of summer air. You reminded him of Magnolia’s in the springtime, with the puppy dog look you give him that makes him melt and how you only need a few words to get what you want out of him.

That’s how he ended up here, with you, in a little cozy apartment, clean and empty of any drugs of his past. A Golden Retriever puppy—named Apollo—to run around as your fur-baby. Just like his little Panda from his past, it followed his every step. He was hesitant to get the dog at first, but when you flashed him the puppy dog eyes, he finally agreed.

And now he has his angel, and their little light. With that, he believed he had a chance to settle down, I mean, he had a job, he had a home, he had you, and he had Apollo.

So when he arrived back from work, taking his coat off and hanging it up, he spotted you cutting vegetables at the counter while the steak sizzled on the stove in a pan of vegetable oil with seasoning, Apollo begging at your feet. Bob walked over and wrapped his arms around your waist.

“Mm… I’m back, angel,” He crooned into your neck, his breath hitting the crook of your neck, little nuzzles as he relaxed into you. Apollo watching with a tilted head, his tail wavering slightly curiously.