We visited her everyday. I started taking Brock to work in my car since it got better gas mileage than his truck, then one day I ended up staying a little longer than I expected… But ever since that day I've stayed at work with him everyday and helped him out. We'd both take our lunches, together, obviously, and go and see the dog. She was there for over a week, in recovery, but the doctor said she's ready to leave. When we went to see her at lunch today the old woman asked if we wanted her to go to the pound, or if we wanted to adopt her. I thought about blurting out 'keep her!', but didn't think it was a good idea to do that… again. Brock said we'd have to think about it, even though it's been an argument for almost 2 weeks, and that we'd be back after work to let them know.

It was a long, silent car ride back to work. When we got there he went straight back into his office. I started sorting out paperwork for him, but decided we better talk about it. I went back and barged in.

"Brock-"

"Woah, woah… Here, I'm Dr. Hart… well, and sometimes at home too, but its not professional to talk about that at work." He said, then smiled at his thoughts. I cleared my throat loudly.

"I don't recall what we did a few days ago in that chair ever bein 'professional', and no, I'm not callin you Dr. Hart and just for that I wont be sayin it home anymore either." He tried giving me a dirty look and saying something rude, but changed it to pouting.

"Please?" I shook my head and ignored him.

"We need to talk about this dog." he sighed and sat down in his chair.

"You're actually givin me a say?"

"If you weren't with I would've taken her home." He nodded.

"I know." I took a deep breath and held it as I sat in the chair in front of his desk.

"I really want her." He threw his pen down and leaned forward.

"I know that too."

"Please." He sighed and I grabbed his hand and stood, walking over to him. I dropped his hand when I reached his chair. "Please?" I leaned over and rested my hands on the arm rests of his chair and kissed him. "Please?" I kissed down his neck. "Please… Please… please… please..?" I asked between every kiss. He laughed when I started messing with the buttons of his shirt.

"Déjà vu…"

"Please?" I asked against his cheek.

"You're gonna start comin to work with me everyday…"

"Only if we get the dog." He groaned.

"If you were tryin to turn me on, you failed." He said, grumpy now. He turned his chair and started writing stuff down. I grabbed his face and turned it back to me, then kissed him. I felt him smile and he pulled away, but I bit his bottom lips and he connected our lips again. "And, it's workin again." I smirked.

"I'm sure it is… Dr. Hart." I whispered. He let out a shaky breath as I pulled his shirt off. I pulled away from him so he could pull my shirt over my head, then I sat on his lap and continued to kiss him as his hands wandered to my bra, until there was a knock and an 'Excuse me?' I froze for a second, then flew out of his lap.

"You have an appointment?!" I whisper-yelled.

"I forgot!" He whispered back and we were both throwing our clothes back on and fixing each others hair. "Just a second." he called to the woman.

"Tuck your shirt back in!"

"I wouldn't have to if somebody wouldn't have taken it off in the first place!"

"Oh.." I said, with angry laughter. "Are you really gonna go there, Mr. "Call me Dr. Hart" and "You're comin to work with me everyday"?!"

"Can we argue about this later?" He asked, then opened the door and put on a smile. "Hello, Miranda." I felt my eyes widen and I walked up behind him and stood on my tip-toes to look over his shoulder at her.

"Hello Miranda…" I said, gawking at her. Brock turned his head slightly to give me a look, then turned back to her.

"Lets have a look at those beautiful teeth of yours." Teeth? Like he was really lookin at her teeth…

"Yes, lets!" I agreed.

"Did you get a new assistant?" She asked.

"I'm his wife." I blurted out. He turned and gave me another look.

"No… This is my wife, Reba, but she's been helpin me out the past few days."

"Oh… She's pretty." She said in her ditsy voice. "And I love the new shade of lipstick you're wearing… Your neck wears it well too." I felt my eyes widen again and my face get hot as I rubbed my lips together and wiped his neck off with my thumb. She giggled and I jumped at the high-pitched sound. "Y'all are too cute! It's nice to see a married couple like you guys…"

"Believe me, it's not always this fun." Brock mumbled. I glared at him for a while, then shook my head.

"Well, you guys have fun." I said, then grabbed the keys off his desk and my purse.

"Where're you goin?"

"To get my dog." I said, with a sarcastic smirk as I walked past them.

"No, you're not." He said, then grabbed the keys out of my hand.

"Give me the keys."

"No." He held them over my head.

"You have teeth to look at, give me the keys."

"No."

"Brock, it's my car. Give. Me. The. Keys." He took a deep, loud breath.

"No." I pushed on his chest.

"Give me the damn keys, Brock." I said through my teeth. He laughed and shook his head. "If she weren't here, I'd kill you."

"No, if she weren't here you'd have me against the wall, you'd jump for the keys, I'd kiss you, you'd kiss me back and we'd end up-" I flew my hand up over his mouth with wide eyes.

"Would you knock it off? That's not professional at all. Give me the keys and I'll be outta your hair."

"I don't want you to leave."

"No, you don't want me to get the dog."

"Baby, don't leave…" he said, with puppy dog eyes. Miranda squealed and clapped.

"See? Y'all are cute!"

"No, he's just an idiot." I said, not looking away from his eyes.

"Aww… am I witnessing a fight?"

"Don't feel too special, darlin. Lots of people have." I said, still not looking away from him. "You're bein a bad dentist."

"I'm bein a good husband."

"You're bein an annoying husband."

"We can keep her if you stay." I narrowed my eyes.

"Really?" He nodded.

"Promise." I took a step back. "I was plannin on keepin her anyway, I just wanted to keep you waitin."

"You're an ass." I whispered. He smiled and kissed my forehead.

"I know." I clapped his hands together. "Lets go see those teeth." I followed them into the room. He sat her down and adjusted her chair, I sat in the spinney chair off to the side and just watched as he checked for cavities, and cleaned her teeth. She was only there about 10 minutes before she left. Brock was out in the front, looking over something.

"I don't think you have anymore appointments today…" I hinted.

"Yeah, but I do have paperwork." I sighed.

"Well, I could go get food and a bed and stuff for her." He put his paper down and looked at me with narrowed eyes, like he was thinking.

"Or we could both go." He finally said.

"I just want it to all be ready for when she comes home." He nodded.

"Me too." he took off his jacket and hung it up. "Lets go."

"You have paperwork." I reminded him, but he just shrugged.

"It can wait." I just stared at him in shock for a few seconds. "What?" He asked, with a hint of laughter in his voice.

"Who are you?" He chuckled.

"Why?"

"Brock, you barely leave work to come home."

"I'm home by seven every night." He defended himself.

"For dinner."

"No!" I gave him an unconvinced look. "Yeah…" I smirked and nodded, then grabbed our stuff. He locked the building up, then we left.

"Remember our double dates with Lori Ann and Parker?" He shuddered.

"Why? Why must you bring that up?" I laughed.

"You liked her so much back then, how can you hate her so much now?" he shook his head.

"Just don't like her…"

"I wonder how Parker is…" I said, smiling. Brock turned and gave me a dirty look. "What? He was a nice guy." Brock laughed.

"Yeah, definitely. I don't even think I'd care if he kissed ya." I rolled my eyes.

"Ha. Ha." He laughed again and made mocking kissing noises until I slapped his arm. "Cut it out, jerk." I remembered back to when he first kissed me. It was quick and innocent, didn't think anything of it, really. Then they got worse and worse. Started to feel like he was suckin my face off. I finally broke it off with him. I couldn't take it. He was the perfect guy, although he was a little short… He was smart, sweet, had an amazing butt… but just no sparks.

"I was just makin sure you remembered all the amazing moments you had together. With all the sparks." I raised my eyebrow.

"I could have him back in a second."

"I know, but would you really leave this mouth for his?"

"I'm thinkin about it. His mouth was a lot sweeter." I mumbled and he smirked and shook his head.

"Probably cuz he wears lip gloss… Besides, you can't have him back. We're startin a family together today, you cant go anywhere." I grinned.

"What're we gonna name her?"

"Hmm.. I don't know. What are good names for German Shepherds?" I shrugged and bit my cheek to help me from grinning. "What..?"

"Nothin."

"Do you have somethin in mind?" I shrugged. "Tell me."

"Well, I was thinkin Dixie…" He thought about it, then smirked and nodded.

"I like Dixie."

"Really?" He nodded again. "Wow… Hope its that easy to name our kids." A few minutes later he pulled into the parking lot. Brock laughed at me the whole time as I excitedly threw stuff for her in the cart.

"I think this kinda shopping." He said as we were checking out. I felt my eyes widen a little at the total and I looked at Brock with a worried look.

"Even if I spent that much on a dog?" He ignored me and slid the card. "We can put some stuff ba-"

"Too late." I sighed and smiled, sadly.

"You didn't have to get all of it."

"We didn't have to get all of it with our money for our dog." He corrected, then kissed my forehead and pushed the cart out the door, me following right on his heels. We put the bags in the back of my car, then quickly got in, anxious to go get our dog. When he got in and buckled I kissed his cheek a bunch of times.

"Thank… You… So… Much…" I said between kisses. He smiled and started the car.

"Why are you thankin me?" I shrugged.

"For everything."

"You can do that later." He smirked and winked and I rolled my eyes.

"Pig." About a half hour later we pulled into the parking lot and I couldn't stop smiling. We got out and I took Brocks hand, dragging him behind me.

"Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Hart." The woman, Susie, greeted.

"Hi Susie." I said back.

"Have y'all thought about it yet?" I nodded and smiled and she smiled back. "Talk him into it?" I nodded again and Susie chuckled. "Alright, well we got her all her shots, she's caught up on everything, she's still healing, but shes doing a lot better as you saw this morning. She hasn't shown any signs of aggression, but I'd keep her away from strangers for a while until you feel comfortable and your pretty sure she wont hurt anybody. If you guys have children I'd keep them away, just until she gets used to them. We don't know if she's ever been around children and we don't know how she'll deal with them." I think the same thought occurred to both me and Brock at the same time because we both gave each other a worried look. We're gonna have children, someday… Susie kept babbling, oblivious to our looks. "Uh… You have to have a leash, do you guys have a fenced in yard?"

"Yes." I said and nodded. "And it's pretty big."

"Okay, good. And you'll have to take her on walks. German Shepherds need lots of physical activity, if they don't get it you'll notice they will start to get more and more aggressive. She's not eating much here, but hopefully once she gets used to her new home and family she'll start to eat more. Um… I think that's about it. If you have any questions just call. If, for any reason at all you want to get rid of her you must return her through us. If she has any problems with her leg come to us right away. She might limp a little but she's already so much better." I smiled and nodded along as she went on and on… "I think that's it, we'll have tags made for you, do you have a collar?" I nodded and held up the collar and leash we just got her. "Name?" She asked.

"Dixie." I quickly answered and she smiled.

"Alright, we'll have the tags made and the adoption papers ready in just a few minutes, if you want to go back and see her, feel free." I nodded, once again and went to the room that I knew she was in. I slowly and quietly opened the door and her head perked up from where she was lying on a pillow bed on the floor.

"Hi baby…" I walked over to her bed and sat on my knees by her. Brock came and did the same as we both ran our hands through her long, light and dark brown fur.

"Dixie." Brock said softly. Her ears went up a little, but went back down. A few minutes later the doctor came in. Brock and I stood at the same time and he waved a few pieces of papers in the air.

"I need you to sign some stuff, then she's all yours." I smiled and Brock put the collar and leash on her. She was tense at first, but loosened up a little. She got up and walked out to the lobby with us as we signed the papers. Susie gave us the tags, and I handed them to Brock to put in his pocket for now, then we went out to the car… with our dog. I'm normally not a huge dog person, I didn't mind them, didn't absolutely love them though, but there was something about her… Maybe I just felt bad for her, but I knew I wanted her… bad. She struggled to get in the car, so Brock helped her up. I sat in the back with her while Brock drove us home. She sat straight up the whole time, very stiff and wouldn't even look at me. Every time I would pet her she would look at my hand like it was crazy and slightly lean away, which made me laugh, she had quite the personality for a dog. When we got home we let her in and took off her leash. I followed her everywhere until Brock yelled at me.

"Reba... Give her some space. Let her check it out for herself." I frowned and walked over to him as we watched her limp around, but barely. She was doing so good…

"She's walkin around like nothin happened." I said in disbelief.

"She's tough… reminds me of somebody." I smiled at him, the looked back at Dixie.

"She's perfect."

"Also reminds me of somebody." I looked up at him and realized he was no longer watching the dog. I smiled and cupped his face, then gently kissed him. "I don't even need lip gloss…" He said, clearly proud of himself. I rolled my eyes and walked away from him. He's such an idiot.