Michael
"Come on, babe!" Michael laughed as he pulled on my hand, pulling us towards the pet shop.
"Calm down, we're getting a pet, whether we get it now, or in five minutes." I chuckled.
"Yeah, but that five minutes could be the perfect amount of time a spoiled little girl needs to get the kitten that should be coming home with us." He spoke, opening the door and walking us in. I smiled as we looked around the pet shop.
"Oh my god, they're adorable." I giggled as I rushed to the pen where a dozen kittens ran around and fought with each other.
"Good, because we're definitely getting a kitten and not a dog." He chuckled as he joined me in stroking the kittens.
"Of course." I smiled at him.
"We have to get this little princess." He smiled as he leant down and gently picking up a grey tabby kitten.
"Oh, I agree, she's gorgeous." I chuckled, gently stroking her.
"She's the one, I can feel it." He nodded, smiling at her.
"I agree. I can already picture you pushing me over in bed so that she can climb up and sleep next to you." I chuckled.
"Oh, come on, I would never do that to you." He laughed.
"I'll remind you of that in a week." I smiled before taking her off of him and walking toward the cashier's desk.