The Fiancé spent the night last night because I was having a mole removed before work, and he was going to the appointment with me. I got out of the shower this morning and found him sitting at my dining room table in his pjs, reading the New York Times on his iPhone, eating a bowl of cereal with one hand and petting the dog with the other.
The dog that I had warned him about before I got in the shower to not feed because she isn’t use to eating in the morning. I didn’t want to come home to an accident. (I’m pet sitting this week.)
The dog that the Fiancé just gave a cup of water! Because she needs to drink!
I sat there staring at the two of them,
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