THREE YEARS INTO THE FUTURE
“Jake Augustus White! What the f**k is this?” I screeched in horror
“Eh... A card?"
"What kind of card!?"
"A congratulatory card for our friends who just had a baby?” He scratched his neck and goddess! This man was going to be the death of me!
“And what does this ‘card' say?”
“Happy birth... To you?” He answered sheepishly.
“And what does it f*****g say when I take off this tacky tape you’ve put on it?” I demanded.
“Happy birth... day to you.” I facepalmed. “Hey, in my defence, there was nothing else in the stores! You really shouldn’t have sent me gift shopping when her delivery was so close. The whole pack wanted to give their alpha a gift so it was either this or the blue one!” He defended like a pink birthday card was somehow better than a b
