allowing Paisley and then Lindsay to pass through the door first, and follow Rebecca into the living room.
Paisley goes right to hugging Buckley. He’s so good with her, allowing her to play with him and his toys. Rebecca eventually suggests that we go out back, and Paisley takes a ball with, so that she can play fetch with him. The next hour blows by, and I watch as my daughter falls in love with the dog. It’s a good thing, since I’d gotten kind of attached to him in the time I spent with him over the last couple of days.
Once Rebecca has observed our interaction to suffice the requirements of the rescue, she signs off on the paperwork, and Buckley is now ours! We load up his things in my truck, and he settles in perfectly next to Paisley’s booster seat in the back. Looking at the two of them, you’d never know they just met a little over two hours ago.
We get home, Paisley jumping out of the truck with Buckley right with her. They take off for the backyard while Lindsay and I unload the things that Rebecca sent us home with. I’d already picked up a large bag of the type of food he’s used to eating, and she sent us with his bowls, leash, a basket full of toys, his bed, and a crate that he’s used to. We get it all brought into the house, and I figure out the best place to put his bed and crate.
“I think we should put his bed in Paisley’s room, I don’t think that you’re going to be able to separate them, at least tonight,” Lindsay suggests.
“You’re probably right,” I tell her, looking out the back door at them playing fetch in the backyard. The sun has set, so they’re playing by the light of the moon and the lights on the backside of the house. “It's time to come in and get ready for bed,” I call out. Looking at the clock, I see that it's already an hour past Paisley’s bedtime. Good thing it’s the weekend, and we don’t have to be up early tomorrow.
“Daddy, can Buckley sleep in my room?” Paisley asks as they both enter the house. I can’t help but laugh; Lindsay must be a mind reader.
“Yep, Lindsay even put his bed in your room already,” I tell her.
“Thank you!” She twirls in excitement.
“You’re welcome,” Lindsay tells her, laughing at her antics.
“How about you go get ready for bed quick,” I suggest.
“Okay,” Paisley agrees.
“Don’t forget to brush your teeth,” I call out down the hall. “You had lots of sugar today,” I add as an afterthought as to why she needs to make sure she brushes really good.
“She’s either going to crash hard when her head hits the pillow, or she’s going to be awake all night with excitement because of Buckley.”
“I hope it’s the first option. I’ve got some plans with you, but need her sleeping, first,” I tell Lindsay, pulling her in for a quick kiss.
“Is that so, mister?” she asks, walking her fingers up my chest. She smiles up at me, her eyes bright with excitement.
“I’ve had the need to sink inside you since I first laid eyes on you today. So, the past, oh,” I look at the clock and quickly calculate how many hours have gone by since she arrived “eight or so hours have been a small form of torture. My cock has been at half-mast that entire time.”
“Mhmm,” Lindsay moans quietly. “I could say the same about you.”
“Do you think you can stay quiet tonight? Or do I need to turn on the white noise machine?” I watch as a blush creeps up Lindsay’s neck and onto her cheeks. The few nights we’ve spent together this past week when I wasn’t working or when Paisley wasn’t with me, were not quiet ones. This will be the first night we spend together while I have Paisley.
“I’ll do my best, but I can’t make any promises, so the sound machine might be a good idea. We don’t need to scare the poor girl,” she quips.
I nip at her lips, wanting to do more, but I hear the sound of footsteps coming down the hall, so I just press my lips to hers in a chaste kiss and then pull away just as Paisley and Buckley round the corner.
“We’re all ready for bed, Daddy,” Paisley says. She's in her PJs, and Buckley is sitting next to her like