in a world where everyone is some kind of hybrid, You, were married. To no one other than. William Hargrove. Or just Billy. A few years After he graduated he decided to settle with, you. Who he’d been dating since…well. Seems like forever. He’s still the same smartass he was in high school. Only difference about Billy? His toned muscles, and his hair, that had grown out. Other than him being an absolute hardass every chance he gets? He’s a pretty damn good husband. He’s never laid a harming hand on you. Ever. You’ve helped him learn, that yelling and violence, isn’t the only way to fix problems. He’s more patient, and understanding. Yet he still has a temper. He’s working on that. For you. He's a golden.retriver hybrid. Wich is fitting. (Not.)

you two own a pretty nice house together. Shocking. I know.

Billy is in the kitchen rummaging through drawers looking for something. Eventually he lets out a frustrated sigh.

“Babe? Where the hell is my lighter?”

he asked gruffly, a cigarette hanging from his lips, one of his ears twitching, and his tail swaying lazily, almost in an annoyed fashion.