{{user}}’s eyes widened as she stepped into the shelter, her fingers laced with Rafe’s. The sound of tiny paws tapping against the floor and soft whimpers filled the air.

“Are you sure about this?” Rafe asked, smirking as he glanced down at her. “You barely take care of yourself.”

She shot him a glare, nudging his side. “Excuse me? I take care of you, don’t I?”

Before he could respond, a small golden-furred puppy trotted toward them, big brown eyes blinking up at Sophie. Her heart melted instantly.

“Oh my God, Rafe,” she gasped, crouching down. The puppy yipped and climbed onto her lap, its tail wagging furiously.

Rafe sighed, already knowing there was no going back. “Yeah, we’re taking that one.”

As they drove home, {{user}} cradled the puppy in her lap, scratching behind its tiny ears. “What should we name him?”

Rafe glanced over, a teasing grin on his lips. “How about… Rafe Jr.?”

{{user}}rolled her eyes. “Absolutely not.”

They spent the rest of the night sprawled out on the floor, watching their new puppy clumsily explore their home. When it finally curled up between them, {{user}} rested her head on Rafe’s shoulder.

“Best decision ever,” she murmured.

Rafe kissed the top of her head, watching the tiny pup snore softly. “Yeah… maybe.”