Closeted Bi goes big belly hunting.
She grimaced at the thought that she would likely have an ugly scar. She hoped that James could look past that when this was all over. She slid back down and curled on her side against the pillows.
After about half an hour had passed, she heard the sound of hooves again, and smiled softly. Soon after she could make out his steps on the porch and then heard his slow progress up the stairs. Her eyes watched the doorway, and soon he appeared with a large box in one hand, the other behind his back. She tilted her head in confusion until he brought the hand from behind his back and held out a bouquet of fresh picked wildflowers.
She smiled widely, "they're beautiful."
"I'm glad you like them," he stated as he placed them on the nightstand. "And now, this."
She slowly pushed herself to sit up again, looking at him in confusion. As he set the box on the bed, it began wiggling and her eyes widened.
"What is it?" she asked, just as there was a small "Yip!" from the box. She smiled wide, "you didn't..."
"Open it and find out," he grinned.
She reached for the box and lifted the lid. A tiny white and brown puppy hopped out and began licking her hands. She giggled, "James!"
He shrugged, sitting on the bed next to her. "I thought we needed a dog," he stated softly as he kissed her bruised face.
She picked the puppy up into her hands and held his wriggling form close to her chest. "He's so precious," she smiled. "You're too good to me."
He took her hand gently in his, and looked into her eyes. "I love you, Isabella.
She put the puppy down on the bed, letting him run around on the sheet. She squeezed his hand and looked into his eyes. "This," she motions toward her face, "wasn't your fault. So stop looking at me like that."
He kissed her gently. "Leo picked some of the flowers, he felt bad for you, too." He pulled her close to him.
She smiled softly and shook her head. "I'll be sure to thank him later. And I'm sorry. I was careless. I should have been paying better attention, but I just wanted to get back to you. I know Beauty's skittish in thunder, I know better than to startle him more."
He shook his head firmly, "you have nothing to be sorry for."
She rested her head on his shoulder. "So what's this little guy's name?"
"Up to you baby," he squeezed her gently.
She held her hand out to the puppy, and he ran over. As he bounded across the bed, he stumbled on a wrinkle in the blanket and flopped down. She laughed softly as he finally made it over to her, and she rubbed his belly as he rolled over.
"What's your name buddy? Do you have one?" He yipped as she talked softly to him.
James smiled, rubbing her back, "guess not." He leaned down as she turned to him, kissing her lips gently. She kissed back, reaching her hand out and rubbing his leg.
"Are you sure you're ok?" She looks up at him, concerned. "I can send word to the Doctor."
"I'll be ok honey. Don't look so worried."
She smiled lightly, looking back at the dog. "What was your last rank in the army, baby? We should honor all that you did."
He smiled. "I was a Captain, Bella. But we don't have to." He slid close to her, putting his arm around her shoulder.
"I want to." She looked back at the dog. "Captain Buchanan it is." He yipped up at her and she laughed loudly. "I think that was an order."
"What will we call him for short, then?"
She lay back against him, and sighed. "Cappy," she grinned as the dog began to pounce around the bed. She then glanced over at James. "I still think you should get that checked out."
"It's not broken Bella, just sprained," he soothed as he rubbed her arm.
She nodded, "Ok." She closed her eyes again, leaning her head back on his shoulder. Cappy made his way up the bed and snuggled up besides them, completing the family portrait. She smiled. "Just me and my two favorite guys," she whispered.
He smiled, "What do you think honey, nap?"
She nodded. "I think that sounds like a good idea."
He pushed off his boots and cuddled dow