"Yeah, no, don't strangle the puppy," Nicole says, gently prying Abby's fingers off Rarity's collar and putting a ball in her little hands instead. Abby coos at it, examines it, then decides it's boring and sends it rolling off down the hall.
Rarity runs after it as fast as her stubby little legs will carry her. They had to replace the hardwood in the hall with carpet after Abby and Rarity discovered this little game, their version of fetch that Abby doesn't even realize she's playing, since Rarity had a bad habit of slamming on her brakes too late and crashing into things.
When Rarity comes back with the ball, she looks incredibly proud of herself. Abby just gurgles and reaches for it, because it was boring before but now that she doesn't have it, she wants it. Rarity drops it in front of where Abby's nestled in Nicole's lap and yips, wagging her stubby little tail so hard her whole rear end is moving.
"Look what I finished," Spencer says, wandering in wearing the pretty sundress Nicole's still a little bitter they only had in his size, not hers. He probably looks better in it than she would, though; the blue flowers are the same shade as his eyes.
He sits down next to her and hands Abby the little red ball, which she stops wanting as soon as she has it and throws it down the hall again. Fendi snuffs from the couch, because he likes to pretend he's more dignified than the puppy. Bullshit. "Gimme," Spencer says, and plucks Abby out of Nicole's lap, replacing her with the photo album he'd brought in.
Nicole opens it and rolls her eyes. "These pictures are from before she was born, how did this take you so long?"
"I forgot to get them developed," he says, which is one of the many reasons she wishes he'd stop being so charmed by film cameras, "and then I had to figure out an order to put them in."
"Chronological. Duh."
"Well, yes, that's what I decided on," Spencer says, plucks the ball out of Rarity's mouth and tries to hand it to Abby. She's already sick of this game, though, reaching instead for Spencer's beard with one hand and Rarity with the other. She's into textures the way Spencer is when he's really high, which is hilarious. "But I could've done it in cuteness order."
They're pictures from the day they brought Rarity home, and the first few weeks after that, when she'd been so tiny Spencer could almost hold her in one hand. Most of the album is from the day Rarity decided Nicole's eight-months-pregnant belly was the perfect bed. Nicole had sat there for ages while Spencer took pictures and then coaxed the other dogs up for "family photos", her back getting sorer by the minute. But then, everything hurt her back by that point.
"Next time," she says, putting the album aside and picking up Rarity so Abby can pet Spencer's beard and the dog at the same time, "you get to carry the baby."
"Deal," Spencer says, and kisses her. "I was jealous of all your cute maternity dresses, anyway."
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Rarity runs after it as fast as her stubby little legs will carry her. They had to replace the hardwood in the hall with carpet after Abby and Rarity discovered this little game, their version of fetch that Abby doesn't even realize she's playing, since Rarity had a bad habit of slamming on her brakes too late and crashing into things.
When Rarity comes back with the ball, she looks incredibly proud of herself. Abby just gurgles and reaches for it, because it was boring before but now that she doesn't have it, she wants it. Rarity drops it in front of where Abby's nestled in Nicole's lap and yips, wagging her stubby little tail so hard her whole rear end is moving.
"Look what I finished," Spencer says, wandering in wearing the pretty sundress Nicole's still a little bitter they only had in his size, not hers. He probably looks better in it than she would, though; the blue flowers are the same shade as his eyes.
He sits down next to her and hands Abby the little red ball, which she stops wanting as soon as she has it and throws it down the hall again. Fendi snuffs from the couch, because he likes to pretend he's more dignified than the puppy. Bullshit. "Gimme," Spencer says, and plucks Abby out of Nicole's lap, replacing her with the photo album he'd brought in.
Nicole opens it and rolls her eyes. "These pictures are from before she was born, how did this take you so long?"
"I forgot to get them developed," he says, which is one of the many reasons she wishes he'd stop being so charmed by film cameras, "and then I had to figure out an order to put them in."
"Chronological. Duh."
"Well, yes, that's what I decided on," Spencer says, plucks the ball out of Rarity's mouth and tries to hand it to Abby. She's already sick of this game, though, reaching instead for Spencer's beard with one hand and Rarity with the other. She's into textures the way Spencer is when he's really high, which is hilarious. "But I could've done it in cuteness order."
They're pictures from the day they brought Rarity home, and the first few weeks after that, when she'd been so tiny Spencer could almost hold her in one hand. Most of the album is from the day Rarity decided Nicole's eight-months-pregnant belly was the perfect bed. Nicole had sat there for ages while Spencer took pictures and then coaxed the other dogs up for "family photos", her back getting sorer by the minute. But then, everything hurt her back by that point.
"Next time," she says, putting the album aside and picking up Rarity so Abby can pet Spencer's beard and the dog at the same time, "you get to carry the baby."
"Deal," Spencer says, and kisses her. "I was jealous of all your cute maternity dresses, anyway."