*unbeta'd so there may be changes to the final product*
Rated: M
Pairing: Edward and Bella
Status: Oneshot
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“I brought you something?” I answered walking a little closer and placing the puppy on the ground in front of her. “I know you already had your birthday but the puppies weren’t ready to leave their mamma until now.”
She stopped milking the cow and stared down at the puppy in front of her with a shocked expression.
“You’re giving me your puppy?” she asked.
“No,” I laughed. “I bought you one of them. My puppy is at home with my ma.”
She reached down and picked the puppy up to cradle in her arms. I saw the slightest smile across her face. “You bought me a puppy for my birthday?” she questioned.
I cleared my throat and dipped my head nervously. “Yeah, well, I thought you might like to have one. It was the only female in the bunch and Carlisle thought you would like this one.”
She bit her lip trying to fight the smile which was quickly creeping up on her face. “You’ve never given me anything for my birthday before,” she pointed out.
I shrugged my shoulders and ran my hand through my hair nervously. “Well I thought it was a good time to start, I guess.”
“Thank you, Edward. She’s the best gift I’ve ever gotten.”
“You’re welcome,” I replied with another nervous chuckle. I started to walk out of the barn but she called me back.
“Does she have a name?” she asked as soon as I walked back over to where she was.
“She’s yours. You get to name her.”
She looked down at her new little puppy and patted her head a few times. “I’m going to name her Daisy.”
“Daisy? I guess it’s a nice name.”
“What did you name yours?” she asked.
“Sam,” I replied.
“Sam? Just Sam?”
“What’s wrong with Sam?” I asked.
“Nothing it’s just a little plain.”
“It’s better than naming him after a flower,” I retorted defensively.
She huffed and glared up at me. “There are other reasons why I want to name her Daisy other than just naming her after a flower.”
“Like what?” I asked.
“Never mind.”
“Fine.” I turned to walk out but stopped one last time. “You know, if you want I can go with you when you want to shoot or fish or whatever it is you want to do that you’re no longer allowed to do.”
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