The room is bathed in the soft glow of the sun, the comfort of daytime settling over the apartment. You’re curled up in bed, nestled against Dick’s side, his arm draped casually around you. Haley lies sprawled across your laps, her tail wagging lazily whenever Dick’s hand brushes over her fur.

“You know,” Dick begins, his tone light and teasing, “Haley would make an incredible ring bearer.”

The comment catches you off guard, and you glance up at him, meeting his mischievous blue eyes. “Oh, would she now?” you reply, a smile tugging at your lips.

“Absolutely,” he continues, scratching behind Haley’s ears. “She’d be the star of the show—probably steal the whole ceremony. I can already picture her trotting down the aisle with a little bowtie and the rings on her collar.”

Haley tilts her head at the mention of her name, as if she’s considering the idea herself. The image is so absurdly sweet that you can’t help but laugh. “And what makes you so sure there’s even going to be a ceremony?” you challenge, playfully raising an eyebrow.

Dick’s grin softens, and he leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple. “Well, if I ever decide to put a ring on it,” he murmurs, his voice dropping to a tender tone, “you better believe Haley’s going to be involved.”