Title:Love and Alpacasl
Summary:Gwen comes home to find a furry surprise.
Prompt:#328: "Whatever you're going to ask, the answer is No!"
Author's Notes:Not beta'd.
“Honey, I’m—” Gwen stops dead in her tracks at the sight of her living room. Chairs and the coffee table are overturned, wires hooked up to the telly and the curtains have been gnawed, and her collection of potted plants are all in disarray, some even turned over on their side. Oh, and there is an alpaca in the middle of it all.
“Hey!” Morgana greets with a nervous smile as she enters the room from the kitchen, and judging by the smell coming from there, Gwen does not even want to know what it looks like. “So, I was thinking—”
“Whatever you’re going to ask, the answer is No!” Gwen cuts Morgana off with authority. She does not want to hear any arguments.
“But, babe—” Morgana starts to plead as she walks over to Gwen.
“Nope,” Gwen says, remaining firm as she takes off her bag. “I did not just come back from a twelve-hour shift, for you to throw this at me. Absolutely not.”
“But he’s so cute!” Morgana says.
“And I don’t care,” Gwen states squarely. “I happen to work in the medical profession, so I know very well what sorts of diseases he can carry.”
“But I know he's had his shots!” Morgana protests. “I have his forms!”
“It’s too much work, Morgana,” Gwen declares, finally looking at her girlfriend and placing both hands on her shoulders. “I always have work, and when I don’t, I’m too tired to take care of him. And you have work too; we can’t be here all the time.”
“We can train him,” Morgana tries feebly.
“Or,” Gwen says sweetly, taking Morgana’s hand in her own, “we can donate him to the local zoo, and see him whenever we’re free. How does that sound?”
Morgana sighs, but relents, “Fine.”
“Good.” Gwen presses a kiss to her girlfriend’s cheek. “I’m going to go order some takeout, because I’m assuming there’s too much of a mess in the kitchen for us to cook, hm?”
Morgana nods sullenly, and Gwen chuckles. As she digs her mobile out of her bag, Morgana sits on the overturned sofa. “Maybe a puppy?” she requests hopefully.
Gwen smiles down at her lovingly as the phone rings. “Yes,” she concedes, “I think a puppy would be nice.”