Day 11–Puppy Fever
A/N: Sorry it’s late
Y/N and Shawn had been together for two years now. They dated for one and had been married for the other. A few weeks after coming home from their honeymoon, Shawn had brought up an idea that made Y/N both excited and nervous.
She had been cooking breakfast when he snuck his arms around her waist and laid his head on her shoulder. His bare chest was pressed against her back.
“What if we got a dog,” he had asked.
“A dog?” She felt him nod against her shoulder. “I mean I’m not opposed to the idea of it, but you’re allergic honey.”
He hummed and pressed a kiss to her clothed shoulder. “I know, but I still think it would be fun. You know how much I love dogs. Please can we get one. When you’re not home and I am I would like some company to fill the void. I’m sure you would too.”
“Oh my hell Shawn. It’s like you have baby fever, but with dogs. So, I guess you have puppy fever. What has set this all off?”
“Well, when I got home from the studio yesterday and you were at the store, I just really missed you and wanted to cuddle. Wouldn’t it be nice to have a big dog to snuggle up next to when we miss the other person?”
“Aww, babe. I’m super flattered that you missed me that much. And I see your point. I guess we could find a hypoallergenic dog or something.”
“For real?!” Shawn looked like a little kid on Christmas. Y/N nodded. “I’ll start researching some dogs right now!” He sat down at one of the barstools and pulled out his phone. Y/N chuckled at her husband’s antics.
*****
Not even five hours later, Y/N and Shawn were driving to a breeder whose golden retriever had just had puppies. All of them were sold, but one. Y/N had told Shawn that they were just going to look at them and not buy any of them. He had agreed but knew her mind would change the minute she saw them.
And boy was he right. As soon as she laid eyes on the small golden retriever puppy, she fell in love. “He still hasn’t been bought yet, right?” Shawn questioned the breeder who was just trying to keep their cool over the fact that Shawn Mendes was in their house.
“No. He’s the only one. The others are getting picked up by new owners today and tomorrow. Are you guys willing to buy him? He’s 1500 dollars.”
Shawn looked at Y/N with puppy eyes who sighed at him. “Let me hold the little pup and then I will decide.”
The breeder quickly grabbed the puppy from the kennel and placed him into Y/N’s arms. “You’re a cute little fellow, aren’t you? You’re adorable.”
“We could name him Tarzan, Y/N think about it.”
“Fine, fine. Whatever, let’s just buy him.”
And so, they did buy him. And they took him to the store right after to buy food, a crate, and other essentials they would need.
*****
Now almost a year later, Tarzan was nine months old. He was as adorable and floppy as ever. He had grown quickly much to Y/N and Shawn’s dismay, but they still called him a puppy. Shawn decided to start taking allergy medication when his eyes got itchy, and he started sneezing.
“Told you this would happen,” Y/N had told him playfully one morning as they lay in bed, Tarzan at their feet.
Shawn rubbed his eyes and sneezed. “It’s okay. Tarzan is totally worth it.”
One day Shawn had come home from the studio with a big smile on his face and a bag from Petco. “What did you do babe?” Y/N had questioned him.
“You’ll thank me in a minute, trust me.” He turned away from her and went to go find Tarzan who was laying on his dog bed in the living room. “Hey buddy. Want to go for a walk?” Tarzan’s head lifted. “Yea buddy. Well first we got to put this on.” Shawn held up a dog sweater. He attempted to put Tarzan’s large legs through the wholes of the sweater and pull the hood up over his head.
“Dear, are you harassing the poor dog?” Y/N walked out from the kitchen and into the family room.
“He’s going to look so cute! Just imagine taking family Christmas photos with him. He needs to wear this for the front cover of our Christmas cards.”
“Ok, he definitely does look cute, but he also looks annoyed. Look at that face that he’s making.” Tarzan was staring up at the two from underneath his eyelids. He looked unamused.
“I’m sorry Tarzan, but this is what you get for peeing in the house all those times.” Shawn bent down to kiss him on the head and started sneezing. “And that is what you get for making fun of him,” Y/N laughed and went back into the kitchen. She returned a few minutes later with allergy medicine. “Poor dog. Your dad harasses you too much. You’re probably hot with that sweater on and your fur coat.”
“But Y/N, it’s cold outside. I just want to protect our child and make sure he’s going to stay warm.”
Y/N rolled her eyes at her husband. “He’s a dog. He’ll be hot with that sweater on even when you go outside. But I do agree that he looks cute in it. Otherwise, I would’ve made you throw it away.”
“Do you want to know what I think?”
“Sure, what do you think babe.”
“Well, I was just thinking that maybe we could have a baby next. Don’t you think it would be so cute if it had your face and your eyes. Of course, I would want us to have a boy first so he could protect his sister that will come next. But let’s not get ahead of ourselves. What do you think about that?”
Y/N’s eyes widened. “A kid?! First you had puppy fever and now you have baby fever! I’ll have to think about it. And there’s no way you’re getting me to do this on a whim like you did when we bought Tarzan.”
“You sure about that,” Shawn asked, raising his eyebrows and sending her a mischievous smile.
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