Hey guys! How's it going? I'm sick at home which means I'm not at volleyball right now which means I can work on this. I'm planning on writing some chapters ahead and maybe some one shots or something. Who knows? Please send me anything you'd wanna read because I will happily consider writing it. Anyway, let me know what you think and thank you for reading

-Aislin

"What are you hiding from me?" He questioned pulling her back into him and wrapping his arms around her. He didn't want to give her the chance to escape.

"I don't have anything to hide. I just need to take my dog for a walk," She dismissed him trying to loosen his grip on her.

"Our dog," He corrected once again. "And I can see right through you. I know you're hiding something." She had been acting twitchy all day. This wasn't the way Happy normally actly. Normally she never faltered. Normally she only made movements that were necessary. Normally let down her walls for him.

"I think you're analyzing this one too much, Doc," She laughed. "I'm not hiding anything. Anyway, I have to go, so if you'll let me go," she trailed off.

"I can read you like a book, Happy. I know you're not telling me something. You should tell me what it is," He tried.

"Don't have any secrets, and I have to go," She elbowed him in the ribs and ran out the door with the dog. "See you later, Doc!"

"You're a liar," He shouted at her retreating figure.

That night as they sat together on their sofa, Toby couldn't help but worry about whatever she was hiding. She didn't hide things from him anymore. When they had first met, she had had boundaries she wouldn't let anyone get passed. She kept everyone, especially him, at at least an arm's distance. Now, she was different. She wasn't closed off to him anymore.

Or, at least, she wasn't supposed to be. He didn't know what kind of secret she would want to keep from him anymore. There was no reason to hide anything. There was nothing worth hiding. He didn't have any idea of what she wouldn't want him to see.

She had fallen asleep in front of the tv again, so he decided he might as well go to bed. Even if we wanted answers, he wasn't exactly willing to wake her up. For one thing, she was grumpy when she was woken up against her will, and a grumpy Happy was a painful Happy. She would find something to attack him with, and, if there was nothing to be found, elbows and knees would suffice. Besides, he loved watching her when she slept. She was unburdened and stress free for once, and that's something he would never take away from her.

She buried her face further into his neck. That was another bonus of sleeping Happy. When she was awake, she didn't show very much affection, but, when she was asleep, she was wonderfully clingy. Sleeping Happy was all about the comfort in life, where waking Happy was fine with being uncomfortable. It was a side of her that didn't often appear in waking life, but he was lucky to see it every night.

He had stopped watching the tv at this point, and decided to call it a night. He very gently and carefully picked her up, and began to move her sleeping form to their bed. This was pretty commonplace in their lives. She was constantly falling asleep where she wasn't supposed this. This was probably because of the fact that she woke up before dawn every morning to walk the dog. She would never admit she was tired though. That would be a sign of weakness. Instead, she held on as long as she could before finally falling asleep on their sofa. They never spoke of the nightly occurrence, but it had become a ritual.

He was careful not to wake her as he placed her down. He kissed her head, and tucked her in before leaving the room. Someone had to put the dog in its crate, and, even if she claimed to be the dog's only owner, he tried to split dog responsibilities equally. "Ok, Conan," he announced. "Time for bed."

The dog whined in response. "I know I'm not her, and you don't like taking orders from me, but we do this every night. Can't you just go in without a fight, and then we can both sleep?" Toby begged. The dog seemingly shook its head no, and then let his head back down.

"Conan, please?" He asked again. The dog didn't move a muscle. "Will you do it if I get you a treat?" The dog stood up, and walked into its crate. Toby quickly ran to the cage, and shut the door, "Hah, I tricked you. Maybe this is why you don't like me."

Toby walked back up the stairs, and into his room. He didn't hesitate before flopping into bed. He wrapped his arms around his sleeping wife, and left his problems behind for the night.

"Get in the car," She ordered.

"Why?" He questioned. "It's 6am on a Saturday."

"Up," She commanded..

"You never started talking to me like that before we got that damn dog," He complained.

"Come on. We have somewhere to be," She informed him.

"Where do we have to be at 6am on a Saturday morning?" He groaned.

"That's a secret," She teased. "Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go."

"The things I do for you, Happy Quinn-Curtis," He sighed.

"Wherever we are," He started. "It doesn't smell very nice." She had instructed him to put on the blindfold. He wasn't so worried about whatever secret she was keeping anymore."Where are we exactly?"

"Be patient," She commanded. "We're nearly there."

"It's very noisy here. Lot's of animals," he noted.

"Shush," She quieted. "Stay here, I'll be right back. Do not move."Minutes later she returned. "Ok, take off the blindfold." He did what she instructed. When he opened his eyes, he saw Happy standing in front of him with a puppy in her arms. It was a tiny shetland sheepdog puppy. He assumed it was a girl based because of the pink bandana around her neck. "It's for your birthday," she declared.

"My birthday isn't for another two weeks," He pointed out.

"I wanted you to be surprised, and I thought maybe you'd like to have a dog that liked you better then me," She stated quickly.

"Thank you," He took the dog out of her arms, and started to walk towards the car. "What's her name?"

Happy shrugged, "Your decision."

"Well, then this is Teagan," He started to wave the puppy's paws around.

"Alright, I'm done being nice. In the car," She ordered. "We are going home, and then you can take the dogs for a walk. You're in charge of training your dog."

"Happy birthday to me."

"Not for another two weeks."