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Bella Swan/ruff days
"Hi, baby." Edward grins, slamming the door shut with his foot.
I look up from my dolls and give him a smile.
He's carrying a box and my curiosity is peaked.
I love surprises.
"Hi. Whatcha got there?"
"Practice."
The box starts wiggling and I jump up.
"What did you do?"
"I love you."
"Edward Cullen, if you brought a raccoon into my house, I'm going to divorce you before we even get married."
"It's not a raccoon, not really."
He pushes the box into my arms.
I'm terrified to open it, but I hear yipping. I've never been up close to a raccoon, but I can imagine they make more of a hissing sound.
I lift a flap and a furry little creature jumps out at me.
"Oh, my God." I squeal.
It, well, he is so adorable.
"Your mom told me you've always wanted a Husky. I started calling him Smoosh because he likes to cuddle."
And just like that, I'm a dog mom.
To a dog that loosely resembles the one thing that I'm most afraid of.