part three // raisy
herizen-daisy:
“You need to be a good little boy, okay perrito? Your daddy is coming home in a few days and he doesn’t know about you yet and-” The dog let out a small bark, causing Daisy to reach out and stroke the little guy, who quickly bounded into her arms. Surely the whole peeing at loud noises thing would stop once the poor baby grew up a bit, she hoped. Until that happened though she coated the floor of their bedroom in those paper pee pads.
He wasn’t barking for no reason, Daisy heard the front door open and froze for a moment. In a building like the Ragnatela, you couldn’t always be sure it was someone who should have a key opening your door. When she heard Rich call her name she drew a breath of relief and stood, the dog wagged his tail at her feet.
The house had been lonely without him, hell her whole life was lonely without him. She loved Rosita dearly, but the girl could only stand so sad sighs and whining from Daisy before she would surely snap. It almost felt like a weakness, Daisy needed Rich now to sleep calmly, to cook happily, to breathe fully. She called Gen to talk about it and her sister had been mysteriously silent, just smirking occasionally and nodding, not saying anything at all though she clearly knew something Daisy didn’t.
So she’d been walking home from early morning and found this lil munchkin sleeping behind a dumpster and whether it was Rich being gone or Gen’s motherly affect on her or divine fucking intervention, she’d picked up the little guy who’d stayed asleep in her arms and brought him home to feed him and well now she had a dog.
They got along well, though she couldn’t think of a name for the pup, or didn’t want to without Rich’s input, they were already fast friends. He fell asleep in her lap while she watched TV, slept next to her chest at night, walked with her on the beach and shared a hot dog with her on the pier. He was like a little mini furry boyfriend.
Still he was no comparison for the man missing from her life. And Daisy missed more than just Rich’s closeness and his personality. They’d been apart not more than 16 hours before Daisy was already sending him all her dirty thoughts. She managed to actually gather some restraint, pouring her fantasies into reading, and then when that got boring, or in her professional experience horribly inaccurate, writing. Though the only person who knew about that so far was Rosita, and now her puppy, who as if reading her dirty thoughts, or perhaps seeing her breath pick up and her chest heave at her own words, judged her from a small pillow on the floor while she typed madly and eventually let a hand slip under the waistband of her shorts.
Needless to say, hearing the door open unexpectedly was the very good kind of surprise.
“You’re home!” She cheered, sliding across the floor on her socks as she rushed to see him. She’d wanted to be dressed up for him, but she was in underwear (cute cotton boy short ones, not her usually sexy fare) and his shirt, which luckily still smelled like him. Her smile didn’t drop as confusion spread over her eyes, “You’re early?”
It didn’t matter, she wanted to just throw her arms around him but she could see the little dog sticking it’s head out of the open door and she bit her lip, “Okay, don’t get mad, but there’s someone here with me.”
Seeing Daisy slide into his vision put a grin on Rich’s lips; it was such a Daisy type of entrance, especially wearing his clothes. He would have been able to forget that she owned other clothes if they weren’t all in the boxes around his apartment. They needed to get around to unpacking those, Rich was getting tired of tripping over them at night when he goes to get some water from the kitchen. His toes could only take so much.
“Yeah, I accidentally booked my flight the day before we were meant to come home.” He told her, yes it was a lie but it was also such a Rich thing to do she would no doubt believe him. As he dropped his bag on the floor to give Daisy a hug, he noticed her biting her lip, and the next words that left her mouth made him feel like his heart had dropped. “Okay,” He began, dragging the word out slightly. “Who?” He asked, raising his brow at her.
