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As the cruppy wiggled in Hartley's arms, its excitement infectious, Daf couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of his boyfriend so utterly smitten.
When Hartley asked about the puppy's name, Dafydd took a moment, his lips curling into a thoughtful smile. "Hmm, I thought about calling him something fancy, like Sir Barksalot, but that seemed too formal. What do you think of Bowen? Bowie or Bo for short?" He shrugged with a playful grin, clearly having already grown attached to the little guy despite his earlier chaotic antics. "I think it fits him, don't you?"
The cruppy gave a particularly enthusiastic bark, as though it was eager to join in on the naming discussion. Daf smiled, his hand resting gently on the pup's back as he glanced up at Hartley, the connection between them palpable. "Yeah, chaos doesn't sound so bad with him around. I think he'll make sure we never get too comfortable. We're going to need all the energy we can get to keep up with him."
The cruppy let out a series of excited yips as though to affirm the sentiment, and Daf leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to Hartley's cheek. "And yes, you have. But I'll never get tired of hearing it." He chuckled, letting the moment settle over them like a warm embrace. "I love you too. More than anything. Well, almost everything. I think this little guy takes the top spot." He winked, indicating that he was teasing, as he chuckled and gently ruffled the cruppy's fur.
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