Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

"Alright, that should do it."

As the nanny began to brush the dog's fur, it was the closest she had ever been to Fitch, her hands trembling slightly with

nervousness.

Ozzy was still a pup, so grooming him didn't take long.

Once Ozzy was brushed and looking sharp, Fitch scooped him up, intending to attach his new dog tag. But the tag was too heavy

for the little guy; it would just get in the way when he walked.

With a casual toss, Fitch placed the tag in a corner of the bedroom and set Ozzy down on the floor.

In the middle of the night, Fitch was awakened by Ozzy's whimpers. Flicking on the bedside lamp, he saw the puppy curled up

under the bed, not in his cozy little bed.

Worried, Fitch picked up Ozzy and gave him a gentle shake. The puppy didn't open his eyes or respond.

Panicked, Fitch dialed the vet, asking for an immediate house call. But then, thinking better of it, he started throwing on his trench

coat.

"I'll cover. Meetat the clinic; we've got all the meds there."

He draped his coat over his pajamas, wrapped Ozzy in a nearby scarf, and rushed out to his car.

Driving himself, Fitch reached the clinic in ten minutes. He strode in, holding Ozzy close, a grim look on his face.

After the vet had checked the little dog, poking and prodding, he cto a conclusion.

just have been

had left Ozzy

Fitch, who was an odd sight in his black pajamas and overcoat. Fitch was known

a shock to

not to stare, they handed Ozzy

Mr. Haskins. Puppies need sleep and, just like humans, they dream.

at Ozzy now

"Thank you," he said.

walked out of the

car, the gossip among

said he was cold-hearted? Look how he rushed for his little mutt. Seems pretty tender

tender? Do you know how young he was when

under his thumb."

love pets can't be that

someone he likes. Heartless to others, different to

even know who

"No idea."

gossip went round in circles, but no one

driving back home, with Ozzy comfortably asleep on the passenger seat, cushioned by a luxury

gently placed Ozzy into the bedside dog bed. The puppy

unsure of what he

sleep eluded him. It wasn't his first bout of insomnia, but he

again in the middle of the night, an itch deep

from beside him and went downstairs, the pain and

on the sofa, his

rang. It

on Patric. He's been seen near the

"You sure?"

around a cigarette, her face smirking. "Doubting my