puppy love
Rachel lifts up the small, furry golden retriever puppy and giggles as he licks her face. "Good boy," She murmurs, stroking its fur. Then, she looks to Finn, who is currently spreading out newspaper on the floor, since the dog isn't house trained. "We still need to pick a name for him."
"Okay," He says, sitting down next to her and letting the dog lick his hand. "Why don't we just start calling out names and see if one sparks interest?"
She nods. "You can go first,"
"...Goldie?" He offers up with a shrug. It's the first thing that comes to his mind.
She shakes her head. "Fiyero?"
"No way!" He laughs. "Bailey?"
"Erik?"
"Jamie?"
"Sandy?"
"…Drizzle?" He asks teasingly. He's only half serious, sure he still likes the name (but not for a baby, he realizes how stupid that was) but he doesn't think she'll like it.
Rachel smiles and presses a kiss to the puppy's head. "Drizzle," She ponders. "You know, I always thought that name was cute."