Mystery's eyes opened slightly, and he blinked as if he was just waking up for the day. Then, it hit him--the pups! He scrambled to his paws and looked around quickly. "Oh, Dixie, I'm so sorry! Oh--" His words were cut short as his green gaze fell on Dixie, lying in her nest with three pups at her side. Her pups--their pups... He stared at them for a long while, his face blank, before he looked to Dixie. "C-Can I come over?" He was a nervous wreck at that point. It had really happened! They had a family!
His eyes fell on each pup individually as he stood there, frozen as if he was afraid that the slightest movement would ruin it all. Three pups... He didn't know if he had sons or daughters, but he had three pups. One looked like him, another like Dixie, and the third had features of both. How beautiful they were. Was that right to think? And his eyes moved to Dixie, who in spite of her work that day was just as beautiful as always. He took a step toward her hesitantly, and then another. A calm feeling washed over him as he approached his family, crouching by Dixie's side and pressing his cheek into hers. "I love you," he murmured, before turning his attention to the pups.
They were so small and looked so fragile. Even so, he gathered his courage and leaned toward the litter, blinking with surprise as the little black she-pup with the markings like Dixie's placed her tiny paw on his nose. His heart fluttered. He was in love all over again. And he smiled warmly to his daughter. "Hello, beautiful," he whispered to her, just as he had to Dixie earlier that day.
Names! They needed names! Gently pulling his nose out from under the little pup's paw, he sat there by Dixie. "So what are they? I-I mean, which are boys and which are girls?" He felt so awkward asking that, but shrugged the feeling away, looking lovingly toward Dixie as he did.
His eyes fell on each pup individually as he stood there, frozen as if he was afraid that the slightest movement would ruin it all. Three pups... He didn't know if he had sons or daughters, but he had three pups. One looked like him, another like Dixie, and the third had features of both. How beautiful they were. Was that right to think? And his eyes moved to Dixie, who in spite of her work that day was just as beautiful as always. He took a step toward her hesitantly, and then another. A calm feeling washed over him as he approached his family, crouching by Dixie's side and pressing his cheek into hers. "I love you," he murmured, before turning his attention to the pups.
They were so small and looked so fragile. Even so, he gathered his courage and leaned toward the litter, blinking with surprise as the little black she-pup with the markings like Dixie's placed her tiny paw on his nose. His heart fluttered. He was in love all over again. And he smiled warmly to his daughter. "Hello, beautiful," he whispered to her, just as he had to Dixie earlier that day.
Names! They needed names! Gently pulling his nose out from under the little pup's paw, he sat there by Dixie. "So what are they? I-I mean, which are boys and which are girls?" He felt so awkward asking that, but shrugged the feeling away, looking lovingly toward Dixie as he did.