You were just trying to give your new neighbor his mail. It was turning out to be more of an ordeal than you had thought. After you had waited a good five minutes or so, you went around to the back door, considering you hadn’t heard him leave. You supposed the mailman had gotten the address wrong with the new name and all, and given it to you instead.
So now, mail in hand, you made your way to the backyard. What you weren’t expecting was to be tackled by dogs. First a doberman knocked you over and growled at you menacingly, then was backed up by a german shepherd and golden retriever. What they weren’t expecting was for you to withhold squeals at their cuteness. You stayed in your pose of submission, and eventually the doberman got off of you. Quickly, but with slow cautious movements, you reached into your bag and brought out a bag of sample dog treats you had gotten for your trip to the animal shelter today.
Soon you were giggling as you had made three new friends. They raced around you, and you just sat there, trying to show them you weren’t any threat. Dogs could be dangerous, you knew that very well. But you also could tell that these guard dogs were real sweeties under their harsh exterior.
You wrestled lightly with the three, throwing a tennis ball or playing tug-of-war every once in a while too. You forgot why you were there, really, and had no clue what was going on inside the house.
“BRUDER!” Gilbert hollered, trying desperately to get the man’s attention.
Ludwig stuck his head into the kitchen, a headache already forming. “Vhat is it?”
“Your-Your stupid mutts are mauling our neighbor!” Gil yelled, pointing in horror to the scene outside their kitchen window.
All Ludwig could see was a woman screaming, pinned under Blackie. He burst outside to help her, but found her in a fit of giggles as Aster licked her face and Blackie fought for her attention as well.
Ludwig was stunned to say the least. He stopped in his tracks, just watching her. That was, until Gilbert came to yell at him more, “Vhy aren’t you helping zhe frau!? She’s going to die!”
“Vhy aren’t you helping zhe frau!? She’s going to die!” The yell brought you out of your revery playing with the dogs, and you realized where you were.
Then you shot up, looking at the two surprisingly attractive men staring at you. You tried to fix your (h/c) hair from rolling around so much, and the three dogs cowered behind you at the sight of their master. Sensing their fear, you scratched the doberman behind the ear and patted the german shepherd comfortingly. You smiled and got up to grab the forgotten mail.
Grinning sheepishly, you made your way up the porch stairs. You handed the men their mail, and tried not to fall over the dogs as they followed their newly chosen protector. Scratching the back of your neck, you said sheepishly, “I- um... I think I got your mail by mistake. Are you the Beilschmidts?”
“Ja. Frau, how are you alive?” the albino asked you bluntly.
Your brow creased, “How so?”
“Mein bruder’s stupid guard dogs should have killed you!” he almost yelled at you. It made the blond beside him swell with anger, and in turn make the dogs at your feet uncomfortable.
Sinking down to the dogs, you patted them reassuringly, and said with rage controlled to make the animals more comfortable, “These beautiful creatures aren’t stupid. If anything I’d have to say you were for not realizing their intelligence. And for thinking they would actually kill me. From what I saw they’re trained to subdue attackers, not actually hurt anyone.”
He stared at you for a moment, almost like he didn’t understand your retort, but then he just shook his head and walked away.
The blond stared down at you, utterly confused. “You... You stood up for my dogs. And you got my stupid bruder to shut his trap.”
Not really knowing how to respond to that, you just smiled and handed him the stack of mail, “Your mail?”
“Ja, danke.” he said dismissively, still staring at you in awe.
She was beautiful, she got his brother to shut up and walk away in a matter of seconds, and she loved dogs. Ludwig was entranced. Grinning lightly, (e/c) eyes sparkling and distracted by the dogs, she said, “Your dogs are beautiful.”
Snapped out of his reverie, he smiled back, unsure of what to say to the compliment really meant for his dogs.
But she went on, “I’d be happy to look after them if you ever need a sitter.”
“Oh, zhat vould be great.” Ludwig said, ready to take any opportunity to see you more.
“Und zhat’s how I met your mutti.” Ludwig said to his children. “After zhat I asked her to dog sit, und eventually ve began dating.”
You snuck up behind Ludwig, a smile on your face. “Yeah, but I had to wait three months for him to get the guts to ask me out.”
Smiling you watched as your husband whipped around to face you, a light blush on his cheeks. You sat beside him ruffling hair of Ludwig and your youngest. He had Ludwig’s blond hair, and your (e/c) eyes. But your daughter, sitting on Ludwig’s other knee had your (h/c) and Ludwig’s shining icy blue eyes.
The little boy asked you, “Mutti, was Vatti worth waiting for?”