Yes, I’d prefer a puppy rather than an older dog because then we can raise her (or him) together. I’m willing to look beyond a shelter.
Although, it doesn’t have to be a very young dog. Under a year should do.
Oh okay, well I mean we can still go and look if you like. I prefer the shelters to an expensive store anyways and hey, if we can’t find a little fellow there for you guys then we can always look elsewhere.
Thank you, sincerely. Where do you suggest we begin? Ideally, I would prefer a puppy but otherwise I am going to be quite open minded.
Yeah, of course. It’s no problem at all. A puppy? Oh, okay… are you sure you want a dog so young? If so you might not have as much of a selection at the animal shelter, well I mean if that’s where you were thinking of going. I mean, they have young dogs there but not usually real young like months old. Well, not usually.
Do you recall the conversation we had about pets during our lunch? I’ve been heavily considering getting a dog for Andy and I’d appreciate your help. Lola is magnificent and I wouldn’t want anything less for him.
Yes, I do remember that. Oh, well that sounds really sweet. I bet Andy would love that. I would love to help you out, Blake.
Yes, you may. Request away, Blake. What can I help you with?
"Guest or not," he said, a wide smile on his face, "I can clean up the messes that I make." In Wesley’s mind, doing things together was more enjoyable than expecting Sera to do things for him. It felt right, moving around the kitchen with her, doing small tasks. She had been through so much lately, and as he looked into her bright blue eyes, he realized that he hadn’t stopped to appreciate her strength enough. The fact that she could stand there with the most beautiful smile on her face, despite the recent events in her life, proved the woman that she was; the woman that Wesley had known her to be since he’d had the pleasure of meeting her in England.
With a shrug in response to her comment, he mimicked her action and lifted his glass. “American Christmas with my favorite American,” he said, clinking his glass against hers with a small chuckle. He then brought it to his lips and finished the toast with a sip of champagne. His eyes roamed around the kitchen before it occurred to him that they could return to the living room now, where there was still a fire waiting for them. “Shall we sit, then?” he asked, still smiling - still happy about where he was, and who he was with. He held out his arm for her, but stayed at her side, as he started back towards the living room.
As she stood there beside Wesley, smiling at him and taking in his own bright and warm expression,Sera couldn’t help but think about how this Christmas was turning out far better than what she had anticipated. In all honesty, she had thought that she would be spending it alone, a dreary night sitting sullenly by herself. But that was far from what the reality was. In truth, just having Wesley here beside her, smiling at her and feeling so comfortable to be around her and move around freely in her kitchen, well it was one of the best feelings in the world. Truly it was. She wasn’t thinking about Evan, who not even a few weeks ago had cheated on her and broke her her, or her family who had dwindled down to what seemed like such a small number. No, tonight none of that mattered. Only the fact that she got to have a nice and quiet Christmas with the man who meant so much more to her than she could every truly express.
At his comment, Sera couldn’t help but grin even further, her smile broadening and lighting up her face at his words. She clinked her glass to his, his chuckle contagious and causing her to let out a soft laugh of her own. “And my favorite Irishman.” She murmured softly, as she watched him with affection gleaming in her eyes, just so appreciative of his company. She brought her own glass to her lips and took a small sip, before cradling the grass like a cross between her hands, as she simply watched him quietly as he looked around the room, momentarily lost in her thoughts as she thought about just how lucky she was to have Wesley in her life, a guy who was so good and so kind to her. She was pulled from her musing when he turned back to her and spoke again, still smiling. “Oh,” She said, quickly snapping back to the present. “Yes, lets. It’s much warmer in the living room than in here.” She let out another chuckle, as she took his arm in hers and walked with him back to the living room.
Instead of sitting though, as they reached the couch, Sera removed her arm from Wesley’s and made her way over to where the tree sat in the corner of the room, bending down to retrieve his gift, nicely wrapped and topped with a bow, before returning back to her seat, a smile on her face as she plopped herself down gently. “And before I forget, this is for you.” She said, handing it over to him, her eyes shining brightly with excitement and anticipation. She wasn’t sure if he would enjoy what she got him, it being nothing all that grand or fancy, but it had meant a lot to Sera and she hoped it would mean a lot to him as well.
Deborah Ann Woll for TWELV Magazine’s November issue (x)