"And that is the last box!" Bella exclaimed. She tossed aside said box, adding it to a pile of similar cardboard boxes. Tail wagging, the basset hound turned to her husband. Dr. Jack was currently putting some books on the shelf they had just set up. Smiling, she went over and hugged him. Nuzzling his face, she murmured, "This place is amazing honey."

"I knew you would like it," Jack remarked. Putting the last book on the shelf, he turned around so he could face his wife. He gave her a loving kiss. The two basset hounds made their way out to their new kitchen. Last week the couple had moved into the nice apartment in New York City from their old home in Montana because of Jack's work. You see, he's a doctor.

A very good doctor.

"Hungry?" Jack asked, walking over to the refrigerator. Taking a seat on one of the stools next to the kitchen island, Bella nodded her head. She opened her mouth to speak but Jack beat her to it, "Watermelon slices with peanut butter dipped tortilla chips and a whole bottle of honey." A moment later, he added, "Oh! And a box of cereal all to yourself. Are you sure you're going to be able to eat all of that darling?"

"Jack," Bella pointed out, "How about you don't judge what I eat while I'm pregnant? After I deliver these pups, then you can start questioning my diet." Chuckling softly, Jack replied, "Alright darling, deal. Let me get your food." He then went around grabbing the various foods that his pregnant wife had been thinking about. Yes, you heard me. Thinking about. There's another thing about Jack other than being a doctor. He is a telepathic, he can read minds.

But that's not all he can do.

The phone buzzed. Setting down the plate of food in front of Bella, Jack looked at his phone. One new message. He looked at it. Oh boy. Seems like there was an emergency at the hospital. Turning to his wife, he explained, "I have to go." Looking up, Bella asked, "How bad is it?"

Shrugging his shoulders, Jack answered, "Nothing to serious."