A Paw Patrol Story

Zuma's Gift

"How you feeling?" I hear Chase as I quickly open my eyes

My paw is tightly bandaged and my face is covered with bandaids.

And I notice he's holding a small bouquet with a heart-shaped letter in the middle "If those flowers are for me I will not accept them"

"You wish they were for you" he shakes his head as he gently places them on top of my folded red suits "They are for Skye"

"Way to go, officer" I chuckle as he rolls his eyes with a smile

And he sits down next to me, looking outside my pup-house "I think the flowers are a bad idea"

I frown, slowly sitting down "And why's that?"

"I don't know. . . What if I'm not enough for her. . . or if Ryder doesn't agree with the relation . . . Or what if-"

"Hey," I interrupt him "stop worrying. Just let the thing be"

And he looks at the flower, nodding softly "Just let it be. . ."

I smile "Are you gonna let me take a look at the note now?"

He quickly grabs his flowers and stands up "Are you Skye or something?"

We both share a laugh, and then he takes a deep breath "Alright . . . here I go"

"Good luck"

Chase leaves my pup-house and heads to the pink pup-house on the other side of the Lookout

A few minutes later, Rocky, with a surprised face, enters my pup-house

It makes me chuckle "What?"

"I was just chatting with Skye and Chase knocked on the pup-house with a bouquet and. . ." And he smiles, making an excitement sound

I grab his paw and gently pull him closer. We lie down, me resting my head on top of my suits pile as Rocky rests his head on my chest

"I also got you this" he adds showing me my pup-tag hanging from my yellow collar

But I take them and put them on one side, slowly sliding my arm around Rocky as he gets even closer

And we just cuddle there.

I don't know for how long, but when I opened my eyes he was sleeping.

His arms were hugging my bandaged right paw as his head gently rested on my chest.

Softly, I lean to kiss him on the forehead, making him move as he exhales, hugging my paw tighter

He then clears his throat and says, trying to keep himself awake "Did Zuma talk to you?"

"What happened with Zuma?"

Rocky slowly turns around, giving me his back "He wanted. . . wanted to talk to you"

"I'll talk to him later" I whisper as I hug him from behind

And he falls asleep again

I spent the entire night hearing Rocky's calm breath and the soft wind hitting my pup-house. I could swear I even heard Skye giggle, but it could have been my imagination.

I don't really trust my head anymore

Until he wakes up.

"Morning, love"

Love . . . That word. . .

I smile widely. I think my tail is even wagging. That word makes my heart melt and my face turn hot and red