Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, but I'm grateful to Stephenie Meyer for her dream/vision.
Now...about that dinner...
Daddy's not quite the cook Bella is. He does try, though. Daddy asked her to relax while he prepared the food. Yes! I was so thrilled about that! That meant uninterrupted Jake and Bella time on the couch where I could get some good belly rubs from my favorite girl! Daddy, if I could "high five" you right now, I so would.
Ohhh…I'm blissed out on the couch under Bella's excellent fingers. I'm almost asleep when Daddy comes to kiss her and tell her dinner is ready. Way to kill the mood, Daddy.
Daddy's made spaghetti with fresh Parmesan cheese and broiled French bread. He usually cooks enough for five people, so I can be assured there will be some for me. I look at him, and then cock my head to one side. It's then I notice he never put a shirt back on from earlier.
Bella sits very close to Daddy, due to his maneuvering of the dining room chairs. He's slick at times, my Daddy. They talk and laugh more. I like seeing them being fun and playful together.
After I get my portion and the dishes are cleaned up, we all sit on the couch to watch some television. Pretty soon, Bella is on Daddy's lap and they are kissing a lot. If it was dogs kissing like that, there would be drool everywhere. Gross!
Daddy lets me outside to quickly do my business. It's then I realize Bella is spending the night. What will that mean for me? I don't get to snuggle with my Daddy?
I jump on the bed and Daddy says, "No, Jake. You have to sleep on your bed." Sheesh! I don't get any respect! Seems like there was going to be slobberier kissing anyway. I didn't want anything to do with that unless they were kissing me. I put my paws up on the foot of the bed and look at the two of them which appears to just be a mass of limbs. Crazy!
Here are the things I remember as I drift off to sleep: Daddy should get a less squeaky bed, dogs should always be able to sleep on the bed, and I'm lonely down here on my dog bed by myself.
In the morning, I yawn and then get upright and stretch fully. I take it as a good sign the bed is still not squeaking. That needs to be fixed immediately. It interferes with my sleep. I go get a drink of water then lie back down on my bed.
Daddy gets out of bed, and then goes into the bathroom. Once he's in there, I jump on the bed and snuggle next to Bella. She smiles, puts her arm around me, and then pets me. I lick her face tentatively. She giggles softly. I love Bella. Daddy comes out of the bathroom. "Jake," he asks with a little sigh, "what are you doing?"
Winning, Daddy. Purely winning. And I wag my tail at him.