"Come on," Elijah coaxed.

Punk frowned at him, stroking the fluffy little dog in his lap. "We're not naming him Yappy!"

"But it fits!" Elijah insisted.

"Lij," Punk chided, "My sister named him Brookstone."

"That's a dumb name." Elijah reached out, rubbing the little fur ball's fuzzy head. "She said we could rename him. She's only had him a month."

Punk smirked. "Leave it to Alyssa to get a dog a month before buying a no-pet condo."

"Yeah, well the better for us, we get to adopt little Yappy." Elijah stroked the dog's caramel brown ears, his fingers playing with the pup's soft fur.

Punk was about to object again, when the little Pom growled, jumping off his lap & racing over to the door. He began to yap, running back and forth in front of the door.

Elijah raised an eyebrow. "See? It's perfect."

Punk rolled his eyes, standing as he heard the mail thunk into the mail box. "It's ok, little guy," he murmured, rubbing the still growling Pom's ears. "It's just the mail." The little dog calmed as the mailman retreated, still growling slightly at the door. Punk chuckled, grabbing the mail with one hand, and catching the dog under his other arm. "At least we'll always know when the mail's here now." He raised the Pom to his face, rubbing noses with the little creature.

"You sure about Yappy?" Elijah pushed.

"Yes!" Punk glanced down at the mail, considering. "You might be on the right track though; how about, Mail Call?"

Elijah laughed. "That definitely fits! It's cute, I like it." He leaned down to scratch the dog's fluffy ears. "Hey little Mail Call, what do you think? You wanna be my lil' MC?" The Pom licked his nose and yipped. Elijah grinned, flashing his million dollar smile at Punk. "He likes it. You're gonna be your daddies' little mail alarm now!" He grinned, rubbing noses with the newly named Pom and recieving an ethusiastic lick for his trouble.

"I don't wanna be called daddy!" Punk protested, hugging their new family member against his chest. "It feels too traditional for me."

"Well you can call me daddy any time," Elijah growled, pulling Punk against him and capturing him in a hard kiss.

"Hey! Not in front of the baby," Punk teased, pulling away and rocking Mail Call against his chest.

Elijah clicked his tongue. "You," he warned, "are gonna get yourself thrown in the pool again! And no using the dog to stop me!"

Punk frowned at him, holding the dog tight.

Elijah puffed himself up, looking threatening for a moment, but gave up the pretense quickly. "Seriously though, I could go for a hot tub," he suggested.

"Yeah, me too." Punk kissed Mail Call's head, setting the fuzzy little Pom down. "You wanna go shopping for doggy accessories afterward?"

"Sure." Elijah was grinning as they headed for the pool area, wrapping his arms around Punk's waist from behind. "I'm so happy with our new family! And you got your figure back already!"

"YOU are gonna be the one thrown in the pool if you don't knock it off!" Punk warned, but he was grinning, turning in Elijah's arms to steal a kiss. "What time do the pet stores close?"

"I don't know." Elijah stripped off his shirt as he followed his lover toward the hot tub. "We've got a while, I'd think."

"Good." Punk hit the button to close the shades around their enclosed pool and hot tub, then kicked off his clothes, giving his lover an inviting look as he waded naked into the tub. "Hit the jets, and let's celebrate a little."

"Can't argue with that," Elijah murmured with a grin, joining his lover in the bubbling water.


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