We went to a local pet store and purchased everything I thought Sunny would need and more—carrier, crate, beds, toys, food, treats. The list felt endless, and I winced at the final number. Ash scooted me out of the way and paid for the whole thing against my protests.
“I can afford it!” I insisted angrily.
“I know you can, but I want to help you take care of her.”
“Ash …”
“It’s done, Lila. Just say thank you.”
I sighed. “Thank you, but you shouldn’t have done it.”
He shrugged. “I wanted to. She’s too perfect, and she needs all the things.”
There was no arguing with him. Unless I returned it all and then rebought it, there wasn’t much else I could do. And I decided to be grateful.
“Plus, I got her a bed and food and treats for my place too.”
“You think I’m going to let her out of m
