Night watcher, I am Chloe Bourgeois! || Miraculous Ladybug

17: Mr. Cuddly

Outside I stood and inhaled the fresh air, "ah~ finally fresh air. . . Hmm? Hey, isn't my home pretty close from here?"

And so I dashed back home on the empty road.

I returned home in a few minutes.

Going inside, I witnessed everyone laying flat on the ground there too.

I expected that much.

There, I did not show the courtesy to move the unconscious bodies inside, or wake them up, because my own body was aching from the last attempt of doing something 'good'.

Nope, I absolutely will not be bothered.

. . . Yeah, I did say that but I still rushed to find a curtain someone.

I searched in every room, kitchen, halls, rooftop and everywhere I could to find John Pon.

'Ah, damn it, I am too tired for this,' I thought as I kept on searching.

I then went to my temporary room and found him laying near the TV with a dusting cloth and my teddy bear Mr. Cuddly near him.

I sighed in relief, "So this is where you were."

I placed a hand on my hips and the other hand's index on my lips curled up, I thought, 'Now what do I do...?'

I do not want to pour a bucket of water on him like I did to them. . . but moving a full grown adult will be back breaking with this aching body of mine. . . and that also means that I have to take a bucket full of water from the washroom!!

My body will not be able to handle another form of torture.

. . . I took a long breath.

Alright! Let's just place him on the sofa.

I dragged him by grabbing him by both his underarms to the sofa.

"HINNNNNNN!!!"

Although, despite him being slim, his body was heavy. . . or is it my fatigue kicking in?

Anyway.

After sometimes, I somehow managed to place him on the sofa.

"FINALLY!"

I also sit down, catching my breath.

I was taking panting from labor when my view fell on the teddy bear which was still on the ground near the dusting cloth.

". . ."

I silently watched it from my sit wondering should I take the liberty to actually sit up for it.

I sit up.

I picked up the teddy and the dusting cloth.

. . . It seems, no one cared to wipe the dust on it while I was away.

I returned to my seat and dusted it with the cloth and placed the cloth aside.

I took a closer look at the toy with blank stares, without blinking.

It was a teddy that my mom gave me when I was still a child.

—Flashback—

At the Paris Airport.

Back then, I was 6 years old and was throwing a huge tantrum at my so-called mom who was yet again leaving, even though it hadn't even been a full day of her return from New York, that she spent two straight months at.

The worst part was that the next day was my birthday.

"MOM!!!! AAAAA!!! YOU SAID YOU WOULD STAY WITH ME!!! TOMORROW IS MY BIRTHDAY!!!! YOU SAID YOU'D STAY!!! AAAAA!!!"