So, I'm gonna start kinda skippin around a lot. We'll have a Cheyenne in no time! :D Although, i think I'm gonna have to continue this chapter. I'm sure you guys will want to know what happens and I kinda want to too. Lol. I get excited about this stuff... You'll see. This chapter isn't great, but oh well. It gets a little more interesting at the end and i cant wait to continue it. I'm sure you guys can guess who gets their way... maybe. ;D Okay, enjoy!
"UGH!" I said as I walked through the door. I threw my bags down on the floor and slammed the door. He rose from the couch and gave me a questioning look, trying to hold back a chuckle.
"You alright, honey?" I shot him a dirty look and took a deep breath.
"I love my job, Brock. I really do. But I just hate some of those kids…" He smirked. "The last day of school was, by far, the hardest one."
"Why?"
"They're nuts! Throwin things and not listening… It's not like I was teachin them anything, the last few days we've done basically nothin, but they could respect me for that. I could be like all the other teachers and make them do work, but I'm cool. I'm young. Why is it so hard to get some respect? I mean, I like most of them. A lot of them like me too, but then there's always those ones who constantly get in trouble and get on my nerves and make smartass remarks towards me, which, by the way, only backfires because I'm good…" He chuckled and shook his head. "Then they hit on me! Oh.. don't get me started on those ones and you really don't care what I'm talkin about, do you?"
"Of course I do. Listening to your day is the best part of mine." I smirked.
"I'm just so glad this year is over…" He walked up to me and slipped his arms around my waist, then kissed my head and started swaying.
"Well, you know what I think?"
"Hmm?"
"I think the best way to start off Summer is a Memorial day cookout."
"Hmm…"
"We have the new grill that we've only used for ourselves, and our backyard is perfect for a fire and people to hangout, plus the back porch is big. It'd be fun."
"We'd have to get food, and drinks and stuff…"
"I know! I already started a list." I pulled my head away from his chest to look at him, shocked.
"You… started a grocery list?!" He nodded, proudly. "Wow… I guess a year and 7 months of marriage really pays off." I backed up and squeezed his cheeks. "I've trained you so well." He chuckled and rolled his eyes as I patted his cheek.
"So, that's a yes?"
"If you come grocery shopping with me." I said, with a bright smile. He pouted.
"I hate grocery shopping…"
"I know… but so do I and I get bored." I whined. He sighed.
"Fine… When's Memorial day?"
"Wow…" He laughed.
"I'm serious. I clean teeth, you teach kids, which one of us is supposed to know this kinda stuff?" I tried not smirking and I shook my head.
"It's Saturday."
"Today's Thursday, right?"
"Yes, Brock."
"So should we go tonight or tomorrow?"
"Tonight." He groaned. "Quit complainin."
"Right now?"
"Are we just gonna assume that everyone we call is comin?" he gave me a blank look. "Start callin people and try to get a definite answer. And I don't want 3,000 people here. Just a few."
"I know, I know…" He started calling people and I looked over his list… of 3 things… which consisted of whiskey, beer and hot dogs. I sighed and rolled my eyes, then started writing stuff down. Every time he'd get off the phone he'd tell me if they can come and I'd write their names down. Once we got to 12 people I told him to stop.
"That's plenty."
"Now do we go shoppin?" I nodded.
"I'm just gonna change and we can go." He rolled his eyes.
"Why do you have to change?" He complained. I eyed him for a second.
"I just got off work, I want to get comfortable…?" He sighed. "I'm sorry, were you in a hurry?" I asked, sarcastically.
"Well, I just don't want to be out grocery shoppin all night…"
"This is your idea, Brock."
"Yeah, but I figured you'd do it all…" I smirked, pissed off and shook my head.
"Just stay here."
"No… I'm sorry. I'll quit complaining…"
"I don't want you to come. You get on my nerves. I just spent all day with immature kids, I don't really wanna come home to one too. So, please, just stay here. I need to get away from childish people." I stormed off to the bedroom but he followed.
"I said sorry, it wasn't supposed to come out like that. You don't normally ask me to go get grocery's with you."
"Exactly. I didn't think one trip to the store would kill you."
"It wont. I'll go and be happy about it." I rolled my eyes and grabbed a t-shirt and jeans, then got dressed as I spoke.
"No, you'll complain the whole time, ask if we're done yet after every time I put another thing in the cart, complain about how much I spent, complain about how far away I parked, complain that I got more than what we needed, complain that I take too long, complain, complain, complain, complain, complain, complain, complain!"
"Then why'd you ask me to go?"
"I'm startin to wonder the same thing…" I looked at him and caught him already watching me. He smiled sadly.
"Sorry…" He said. I sighed and walked over to him.
"Me too. Just had a bad day."
"I know, and I added to it." He pulled me into a tight hug. "I'll go if you still want me to."
"You don't have to."
"I want to. I haven't seen you all day." I smiled.
"Well, if you insist…" I said, then winked. We walked back out to the kitchen, I grabbed the list and he grabbed the keys. "Oh!" I stopped outside of the truck and laid the paper on it, adding 'charcoal' to the list, then got in the passenger seat, looking over the list a few more times.
"No wonder you got such good grades…"
"Hmm?"
"You're lookin over that list like it's a math test or somethin." I shrugged.
"Just like to be sure…"
"I know." I felt him watching me as we stopped at a stop sign and I added even more stuff to the list. I saw him leaning over, quickly and I turned to look at him. He planted a long kiss on my lips. I was surprised at first, but laughed and kissed him back. I pulled back after a few seconds, then kissed him again, but quicker and softer.
"What was that for?" I asked, smiling. He drove forward because there was a car behind us.
"Well, I was goin for your cheek, but apparently you wanted more than that… And I ain't complainin." I smirked and shook my head. "Annnnd because I love you." I smiled and held his hand.
"You're so cheesy…"
"Thanks…"
"You didn't let me finish!" He looked at me out of the corner of his eye for a split second and waited. I laughed after he got impatient.
"Annnndd I love it."
"Mhmm… That's what I thought." We pulled into the store 10 minutes later and he drove around until he found a parking spot close to the doors.
"We could've parked 3 miles away and already been in the store."
"Its hot…" He whined.
"Oh, waahh. C'mon."
"We could split up, make it go faster…" He suggested.
"Uh, no. First of all, I don't trust you to get the right thing and second of all, I brought you with for your company, not so you can run away from me." He threw his hands up in defense as we entered the store.
"Okay… just a suggestion. Figured I'd try to help."
"You can. Grab a cart? Please." I gave him a big smiled and he grinned and sighed. He grabbed a cart and I took it and started pushing it. "Here. You take the list and just read it to me."
"Yes, ma'am." We walked up and down the aisles, him reading off everything, me grabbing it. We turned to go down the bread aisle for hamburger buns when I heard a familiar voice.
"It's Mrs. Hart!" I sighed and stopped walking when I heard footsteps running up behind me. I didn't turn around until I felt a tap on my shoulder. "Hey Mrs. H!" I gave my best smile. Do these kids follow me everywhere?
"Hey Blake…" I peeked around him. "Hi Chassidy."
"Hi, Mrs. Hart." She said sweetly. She was so sweet and smart, what the hell was she doing with Blake?
"What're y'all up to?" I asked.
"We're partying! First night of Summer!" Blake answered. I rolled my eyes and he looked in my cart. "…And it looks like you are too… go Mrs. H!"
"I'm allowed to drink, Blake. I'm old, remember?" He laughed.
"I totally didn't mean that, I mean, you're ho…" He cleared his throat when Brock looked up at him. "You're not old."
"Hey Blake… Wheres the- Mrs. Hart?!" That sounded like a Mike.
"Oh heavens…" I mumbled.
"Dude… Mrs. H is a partier." Blake told Mike.
"I'm leavin." I turned around and started pushing the heavy cart. "Have a nice Summer." I called over my shoulder.
"You too Mrs. h-h-h-hooottt." Mike said. Brock glanced back at him, smirked and shook his head. "Its 'Hart' in British…"
"See what I have to put up with?" Brock just chuckled. We finished up our shopping, Brock sighed at the total, but didn't say anything, then headed home. I drove back and I saw something slowly moving across the street. I squinted and drove up closer then stopped when I saw it bloody and limping. "Brock…" I breathed and he looked up from whatever he was doing and I heard him take a deep breath in and slowly let it out. I put the truck in park and unbuckled.
"What're you doin?"
"We cant just leave it." I said, then slammed the door shut. I heard him open the door and jump out.
"Stop!" He said, just after I squatted down. "Don't touch it… Don't even go near it."
"Brock, shes fine…"
"Reba, you need to back up. It could have rabies or somethin. It's gonna bite you, just, please, back up."
"Brock…"
"Reba, I'm serious! I'll take care of it, you don't touch it." I stood, smirked and took a few steps back as he gave me a dirty look and kneeled by it.
"I guess you do actually love me." He ignored me and slowly went to pet the beaten up, skinny, filthy German Sheppard.
"Hi baby…" he whispered. The dog tensed up and tried to move away from him, but she wasn't going very far.
"No collar." he shook his head.
"No, but I really don't think another animal did this to her. Theres no bite marks or scratches on her nose but its swollen, her leg is definitely broken and this," He pointed to a wound "looks like a cut, like she was stabbed or somethin, but there's bite marks too on her legs and stuff… It looks like shes been on her own for a while, but these wounds only look a few days old, if that."
"So they just didn't feed her or anything?" he shook his head again.
"Doubt it. If they were abusin her this bad I don't see why they'd feed her." I squatted back down by them.
"Reba-"
"I'm fine, Brock. She's just scared."
"Which is the perfect reason for her to bite you."
"She's harmless…" I smiled as she finally sniffed my hand. Brock went to pull my hand away, but stopped. "See?"
"Alright, we need to get her checked out." He hesitantly moved his hands under her and slowly picked her up from the ground. "German Sheppard's are not supposed to be this light…"
"She's tiny…" I opened the driver side door for him and he slid her in, then ran around to the passenger side and got in. We both buckled and I tried to watch her as much as I could as I drove. "Where're we takin her?"
"There's a vet on Mallard, it's the closest one to us I think." He answered, while petting her head.
"What should we name her?" I asked, with a huge grin.
"Reba, don't start thinkin about names. We cant keep her."
"Why?"
"Well first of all, she could die, so don't get your hopes up." I felt my face fall, then I sadly looked at the poor dog. "Second of all, we're not home enough. We're both gone all day."
"I'm home by 4:30 everyday. And sometimes you're home before I am."
"All day." He repeated.
"We could get her a cage, who knows? She might not even need one, maybe she's trained and wont get into anything while we're gone."
"Just… don't get your hopes okay, honey." I sped to the animal clinic and got there within 20 minutes. Brock lifted her from the truck and carried her in.
"Do you have an appointment?" The older woman asked, without even looking up.
"No time." I said in a hurried voice. She looked up from her paper work and her eyes got big.
"I'm sorry. We'll be right with you. Could you fill this out? We need all her information, whether she has her shots, when her last check-up was, all that stuff."
"Well, we don't really know. We just found her in the street." Her hands went to her chest.
"God bless both of you…" I smiled as she patted my shoulder. "I wish we had more people like you come in here. Follow me, we'll have her looked at right away." She opened a door into a hallway with a bunch of different doors. We followed her into one and Brock laid the dog on the bed. The woman weighed her, shook her head sadly, and did other things to her. The doctor came in a few minutes later. After looking at a few things he shook his head as well.
"And she had no tags or anything." Brock and I both shook our heads. "Alright. She's gonna need surgery on her leg, its broken pretty bad. She's gonna need stitches in this wound and we're gonna pump her stomach, just incase she was drugged or anything." I nodded. "Although theres one more thing… If you guys don't pay the expenses we're gonna have to put her down."
"We will." I said quickly, before Brock could even think. "We'll pay it." The doctor smirked and looked over my shoulder to Brock who was sitting in the chair with his face in his hands.
"You don't want to discuss this with your husband?" I turned around and looked at Brock, who was now looking at me with an annoyed smiled.
"Him? No. I don't care what he says." The doctor laughed.
"Uh.. O-okay. I hope this doesn't cause anything between you guys."
"It will, but he'll get over it." I laughed nervously. He smirked and wrote some stuff down, then left the room. I turned back to Brock and smiled. He just glared. "Don't be mad."
"I'm trying really hard not to be…" I walked closer to him.
"I'm sorry, I just… I cant let her die, Brock." I sat on his knee and looked at him with pleading eyes. He sighed and nodded.
"I know…" I smirked.
"Are you mad?"
"Well, you kinda need to talk to me before you do this kinda stuff! This is gonna cost us a lot of money and you didn't even think before you answered."
"I just didn't want you to say no…"
"Oh, like you wouldn't end up getting your way anyway…" I chucked and kissed his temple.
"Thank you."
"But just cuz we're doin this does not mean we're keepin her." He said, grumpily.
"So, we're gonna spend a bunch of money on a dog we're not even gonna get to keep?" he narrowed his eyes.
"Possibly." I smiled.
"So, names…?" I asked with a smirk.
"Don't even start."