“Boys I’m leaving and Lycus is coming with me.” Tig and Kozik were playing tug of war with your dog, which while cute was keeping you from getting home.
“Just a few more minutes. We’re calming him down for you.” Tig said, not looking away from the brown dog in front of him. “Besides, I have to win his affection over Kozik.”
“It’s obvious he likes me better.” Kozik retorted. You threw your hands into the air with a sigh and went back into the clubhouse. Jax took in your irritated expression.
“Problem?” He asked.
“Kozik and Tig are fighting over my dog.” You grumbled. Jax just laughed.
“Be aggressive. Go out there and take your dog away. Besides, won’t Tig see him at home anyway?”
“Yes but Kozik doesn’t know that.” You turned around and walked back outside, a swing in your step as you whistled for Lycus’ attention. He dropped the rope Kozik had taken hold of and hurtled to your side, stopping just short of you.
“Aw come on [Y/N]!” Kozik exclaimed.
“The sun is setting and I haven’t had dinner. And both of you know all too well that I get hangry. So back off.” You clipped the leash to Lycus’ collar and walked to your car, opening the backseat for Lycus to jump in. After a small wave to the boys, you got behind the wheel and drove home, the shepherd sticking his head out the window most of the ride.
He loitered in the kitchen while you cooked yourself dinner, hoping for something to fall from the counter. Despite scolding, he was never more than two feet from you as you moved from one counter to the next. A motorcycle pulled up your driveway and you smiled as Lycus began barking and rushed the door.
Tig opened the front door and Lycus jumped to the man, his paws pressing into Tig’s chest.
“Down Lyc!” Tig commanded. Toenails clacked on the floor as he returned all four feet to the ground. Tig entered the kitchen and wrapped his arms around your waist.
“Hey doll. Dinner smells great.”
“Thanks. It’s ravioli from a can.”
“Well I’m sure it’s delicious.” Tig assured with a chuckle.
“So who won? Lyc prefer you or Kozik?” Tig snorted.
“Me of course. Lyc is just a bleeding heart. He’s feels bad that no one likes the man so he pretends to like him.”
“Whatever you say.” Tig swung you away from the counter.
“I do say so. Don’t believe me?”
“Of course dear.” You were teasing him and he knew it. You kissed his cheek and dabbed some marinara sauce on his cheek. “Now let me finish our gourmet meal.