A/N: Prompt from an anon; Mike and Quinn getting a golden retriever puppy. Thanks!
It was Quinn who brought it up. "You know, my coworker's dog just gave birth," she commented casually, pushing a fallen bang behind her ear before bending to pull out the roast.
"Yeah?" Mike answered, skirting around the island to help her make room to set the pan down onto the cutting board. "What kind?"
Flashing him a thankful smile, Quinn let out a soft noise as she dropped the pan. "Oh, golden retriever. You know Martha, right? Met her at the Christmas party? Well, it's her dog, Xandia." After a pause and a sidelong look at her boyfriend, she continued, "Three boys and two girls."
"Sounds like a handful." His smile growing, Mike leaned against the counter. He crossed his arms. "An adorable handful."
Picking up the carving knife, Quinn glanced at him. "Oh, I don't know. Aside from normal puppy antics, training one shouldn't be hard." She shrugged, the corners of her lips twitching up. "Could actually be fun."
Laughing affectionately, Mike straightened and leaned over to kiss her cheek, arm slinging around her waist. "Yes," he urged her chin towards him to get her lips, kissing her again with a wide smile, "I think we're ready to have that fun."