So yeah. I'm still around. In an effort to get back to writing, I'm doing the witfit prompts for this month. I will also be uploading so older ones to here. I have not given up on my other stories. I wont bore you all with everything that's happened the last year or so, but it's been rough. Several deaths & I have been ill myself & in the hospital
Not Beta'd & Not mine.
"Edward!" Bella screamed through the house. "Your damn dog is out again!"
His answering groan could be heard from his office upstairs. "How did he get out?" he called back.
"He dug under the fence again, and if he digs up any more of my flowers, he will be a dead dog."
Edward laughed as he headed down the stairs. He knew her threats were empty, for as much as she complained about the dog, she was constantly sneaking him table scraps after dinner.
"Why is he my dog whenever he's in trouble?" he asked as he walked into the living room.
"Because you brought home the mangy mutt! I didn't want him, he was all your idea."
"Oh come on babe, you know you love him just as much as the kids and I do."
Bella rolled her eyes in response, and shook her head, "Do not." She huffed under her breath.
Edward chuckled as he slipped on his tennis shoes and headed towards the front door. "Whatever you say love. I'll go help the kids catch the dog."