Jack watched her give the homeless man her hat and scarf.
He oddly didn’t think of anything.
Then she returned, and said something about a dog. Was she replacing a baby with a dog? Was that it? A dog would be easier to look after make no mistake. Yet his heart gave a painful beat again. You’re not a father. You may never be one. Get used to that feeling of disappointment. You should be used to it by now.
“A dog?” he asked quietly. “That sounds like a wonderful idea,” Jack smiles faintly. “Our house allows pets, and you might be good with someone for company when I’m not around. But it would have to be a small breed, l-like Roxy is. The apartment isn’t built for big dogs…” he takes her hand into his, beginning to lead her down the street, grateful of the touch.
“Maybe we could visit the shelter my uncle works at, where I got Roxy?”
Holding his hand in hers, she was grateful for his support, trying to squash down her own feelings from hearing the news. She wondered about him though, seeing that he wasn’t exactly bouncing for joy as she would have thought. He should be relieved right?
“S-Sounds like a good idea,” she replied, following after him. “Too bad about the big dog though..I’ve always wanted a bigger dog.”
“It’d be mean to get a big dog when you have a small apartment.” Jack told her gently as they walked down the street, his hand holding hers tightly. “They need room to move. Smaller dogs not so much… w-we should look into what kind of breed you want. How much time are you willing to put into grooming and… and exercise. Things like that…?”
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