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Title: Saturday
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loadedsixstring
Pairing: Monaboyd
Rating: G for fluff, but there are potty words.
Summary: Um, typical Saturday morning in the Monaboyd household?
Disclaimer: All true. Really. ... Or not.
Feedback: Makes me all warm and squishy inside.
Beta: the fabulously wonderfulnickelsandcoats
Billy opened the front door and immediately wrinkled his nose in distaste.
“Dom?” he called out, “what’s that bloody wretched smell?”
Silence. He shrugged and stepped inside, closing the door behind him. Before he had a chance to take another step, something small and furry began jumping at his legs, barking excitedly.
“Hullo there, little one,” Billy cooed as he bent to scoop the white ball of fuzz into his arms. “How’s my favourite widdle guy? Did you miss me? Huh? Did you miss Daddy?”
There was a snicker behind him as Dom wrapped his arms around his waist. “Let it never be said that you can’t baby-talk with the best of ‘em, Bill.”
“Shaddup,” Billy wrinkled his nose again. “Did you just get home now?”
“Yep, had some publicity meetings.” Dom answered as he hung up his coat in the closet.
“What is that smell? You can smell it, can’t you?” Billy’s face had contorted into the strangest grimace that Dom had ever seen.
“Sure, I can smell it. But I figured it was just you.”
“Har. Har.”
Dom grinned lazily and leaned against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest. “It is rather putrid, ain’t it. Did you leave the milk out this morning?”
“No. That’s your job.” Billy retorted. “Did you take the trash out?”
“Yes.”
“Did you take Gandalf out for a walk before you left?”
“Yes…pretty sure I did.”
Billy set Gandalf down and placed his hands on his hips. “Well what on earth could it be?”
“Dunno,” Dom shrugged and picked him up, nuzzling his face into the soft fur, “who’s the cutest, sweetest, most adorable puppy in the world? You are!”
Billy had wandered into their living room, sniffing with every two steps that he took, “It’s really strong in here, Dom. Do you s’pose we’ve got a rat and it died behind the sofa?”
“God, I hope not! Poor thing!” Dom plopped himself in the overstuffed arm chair and wiggled until he found a comfortable position. Then his face clouded with confusion before comprehension settled in, and with it, a small amount of fear. He let out a yelp and jumped up from the chair, shoving the puppy at Billy then running out of the room.
“Uhhhh, Dom?”
“He peed on the chair, Bill!” Dom’s voice called back to him. “He PEED on the fucking chair!”
The sound of Billy’s hysterical laughter was the only thing that answered him.
Author:
loadedsixstringPairing: Monaboyd
Rating: G for fluff, but there are potty words.
Summary: Um, typical Saturday morning in the Monaboyd household?
Disclaimer: All true. Really. ... Or not.
Feedback: Makes me all warm and squishy inside.
Beta: the fabulously wonderful
nickelsandcoatsBilly opened the front door and immediately wrinkled his nose in distaste.
“Dom?” he called out, “what’s that bloody wretched smell?”
Silence. He shrugged and stepped inside, closing the door behind him. Before he had a chance to take another step, something small and furry began jumping at his legs, barking excitedly.
“Hullo there, little one,” Billy cooed as he bent to scoop the white ball of fuzz into his arms. “How’s my favourite widdle guy? Did you miss me? Huh? Did you miss Daddy?”
There was a snicker behind him as Dom wrapped his arms around his waist. “Let it never be said that you can’t baby-talk with the best of ‘em, Bill.”
“Shaddup,” Billy wrinkled his nose again. “Did you just get home now?”
“Yep, had some publicity meetings.” Dom answered as he hung up his coat in the closet.
“What is that smell? You can smell it, can’t you?” Billy’s face had contorted into the strangest grimace that Dom had ever seen.
“Sure, I can smell it. But I figured it was just you.”
“Har. Har.”
Dom grinned lazily and leaned against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest. “It is rather putrid, ain’t it. Did you leave the milk out this morning?”
“No. That’s your job.” Billy retorted. “Did you take the trash out?”
“Yes.”
“Did you take Gandalf out for a walk before you left?”
“Yes…pretty sure I did.”
Billy set Gandalf down and placed his hands on his hips. “Well what on earth could it be?”
“Dunno,” Dom shrugged and picked him up, nuzzling his face into the soft fur, “who’s the cutest, sweetest, most adorable puppy in the world? You are!”
Billy had wandered into their living room, sniffing with every two steps that he took, “It’s really strong in here, Dom. Do you s’pose we’ve got a rat and it died behind the sofa?”
“God, I hope not! Poor thing!” Dom plopped himself in the overstuffed arm chair and wiggled until he found a comfortable position. Then his face clouded with confusion before comprehension settled in, and with it, a small amount of fear. He let out a yelp and jumped up from the chair, shoving the puppy at Billy then running out of the room.
“Uhhhh, Dom?”
“He peed on the chair, Bill!” Dom’s voice called back to him. “He PEED on the fucking chair!”
The sound of Billy’s hysterical laughter was the only thing that answered him.
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