#berklake

((just so you know this is “berklake’s” one year anniversary. just to put into time understanding this is probably about a year and a half after berk’s elimination))

I wake up to the sound of my apartment door opening, I reach over for my phone to see if Blake texted me to let me know that he’s coming over, and nothing. I slip on a sweatshirt and quietly tip toe my way to my bedroom door. I hear a quiet rustling sound and a lot of shhh’s. I peek out the door to see who is there and see his dark hair. His back is facing me and he is moving something around on the floor. “Babe?” I whisper and he still gets startled, “what are you doing?”

He waves one arm while holding something I couldn’t see, “just go back to your room for a second.” I hesitate and he gives me a look, “it’s a surprise,” and I slowly walk back into my room. I’m thinking, “what is he doing? What is he hiding?” After about a minute or so he calls out, “BABE!” and I run out to see what it is. I see Blake standing there holding a tiny little tan and white bull terrier.

My mouth drops, “Blake, wh-wh-what?” I slowly walk towards him.

“He’s yours,” he holds him and looks down at him, “isn’t he cute?”

“Babe,” I start tearing up and reach out to hold my little baby. I wipe my tear and start laughing, “is this why you have been asking me about dogs so much?”

Blake chuckles, “yeah, he’s actually been at my place for like a week now.”

“WHAT?! You have been keeping him from me?!”

“Well yeah, I wanted to save him for today.” He shrugs. “I got him some toys, oh and he gets along sooo well with Banjo.”

I fall into him and whine, “you got me a dog.”

“Yes, I got you a dog,” he laughs while wrapping his arms around me and kisses the top of my head.

“Does he have a name?” he shakes his head, “ooh, what about Aspen?”

Blake gives me a smile, “I love it.”