Disclaimer: I don't own them. I don't even own any of the seasons. Sorry.
The damn dog had somehow gotten into bed with them in the middle of the night. Tristan tried to shove Jack off of the bed but
all he managed to do was wake up Rory.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm trying to get Jack off of the bed." Tristan said with a grunt.
"Is he bothering you?" Rory asked rubbing her eyes.
"I can't get up. He's on my legs." He whined.
"You're such a baby." Rory said rolling her eyes.
Jack finally woke up as Rory started to move her feet. He got the hint and moved to the end of the bed.
"Of course you'll move for her." Tristan said before throwing his arms up in frustration.
"He needs to be taken out." Rory said before getting up.
"Why cant-"
"Maddie already left for school. And I don't think Jake can handle him."
He watched Rory walk out of the room before glaring at the dog.
"You hate me don't you?"
When the dog sighed Tristan shook his head. There was no use putting off what needed to be done. He threw his legs over
the side of the bed as he rubbed sleep from his eyes. Jack jumped down and trotted out of the room giving Tristan enough
time to throw on a sweatshirt and his tennis shoes. Rory was in Jake's room getting him dressed as Tristan stopped at the
door.
"I'll be right back, I'll bring breakfast back with me."
"I'll put on a pot of coffee." Rory said once she had pulled Jake's shirt over his head.
Jack sat next to the front door patiently waiting for Tristan to grab his leash. Tristan knew that Jack hated wearing it, but he
wasn't about to break the law and let the dog run free. He'd take down everyone in his path if that happened.
Tristan had just stepped out the door when Jack decided he wanted to take his time. The frigid air whipped around them but
Jack felt the need to stop at every fire hydrant and pee. They stopped at a corner waiting to cross the street when a woman
with a Chihuahua in her purse growled down at Jack. Tristan pulled hard on the leash warning Jack not to do anything. The
crosswalk changed and Tristan nudged Jack forward. The dog obeyed making Tristan appreciate that he was willing to work
him just this once.
Tristan stopped at a newsstand to pick up a New York Times and Daily News before stopping at Rory's favorite bakery. A
young girl who worked there offered to watch Jack while Tristan went inside to place his order. That was how it usually went.
He would place and pay for the order while someone held onto Jack outside. Then someone would bring the bag of food
outside to him. He was always grateful and always made sure to leave a big tip in the tip jar when he went in.
Food in one hand and Jack's leash in the other Tristan steered them back home. Ten minutes later he was walking through the
loft door and was greeted by the smell of coffee.
"You're just in time." Rory said coming out of the kitchen carrying a mug.
She handed it to him and took the bag of food from him while he went to check on Jake. Jake was a good kid. Tristan blamed
the dog for a lot of the trouble his son got into. He had tried to talk Rory into hiring a Nanny once the baby was born but she
wouldn't listen. She figured if she was going to be home why should someone else watch after the boys? She had never really
liked the idea of nannies anyway.
He had dropped the discussion after the second time. He couldn't blame her; he'd had five different nannies until he was
thirteen. And the last one left because Tristan had tried to put the moves on her. He wasn't proud of the person he had been
when he was a teenager. He was going to make sure that his kids didn't make the same mistakes he had.
He knew Rory working from home while taking care of two kids under the age of three was going to be hard. He was hoping
to talk her into hiring a cleaning lady so that would be one thing that they wouldn't have to worry about. There were serious
adjustments that needed to be made before the baby came.
AN: Can't you tell Jack is based on Marley from Marley and Me? I just love that movie. I know this chapter is
on the short side. But I'm having problems with my wrist and it's starting to bother me. That a sign that I need to
call it a day. Let me know what you guys think.
