Paw patrol one shots

Time

"Hmm...Skye?" Zuma opened one eye and patted the empty side of the bed beside him, frowning when he didn't feel his girlfriend beside him.

He slowly sat up and stretched, hearing a quiet click from his spine. The door was open and the faint glow of light came up the stairs from, what he assumed, was the kitchen.

The brunette cringed slightly as his feet, once warm from being in bed, hit the cold, wood floor and made his way to find the blonde he shared his heart with.

As he was around halfway down the stairs, he heard the hushed voice of his girlfriend, presumably on the phone. Even though she was whispering, she sounded angry. He didn't want to intrude so he waited a few minutes before he heard a loud sigh and the unmistakable sound of Skye's phone being set on the table.

Finally, he padded his way into the brighter room where his eyes landed on Skye, hair tied up out of her face, one of his t-shirts on; falling to mid-thigh, stood with her back against the worktop. The blonde had her hands over her face and her shoulders were shaking with silent cries.

"Baby?" Zuma's voice was still a little raspy from sleep but it was easily heard. Skye turned to look at him briefly but soon buried her head in her hands again. "No, no, no. What's wrong? What's got you so worked up?" He walked over and pulled the shorter close.

There wasn't too much of a height difference but Skye was the perfect fit against Zuma's body. His chin was resting against the top of her head as she wrapped her arms around his body, face now against his bare chest.

After a few moments, Skye's sobs reduced themselves to sniffles and Zuma lifted her up, setting her on the counter as he got a glass of water for her.

Her hands were shaking still so he raised the glass gently to her lips and helped her drink.

"Thank you." She smiled, taking the glass and putting it down.

"That's okay. Now c'mon, what's wrong?"

"Nothing." She said quietly, picking a loose thread from her boyfriend's joggers.

"Can't be nothing if it made you cry, Pretty Girl." Zuma rested his hand on Skye's side, rubbing his thumb up and down.

"It was my dad." She sighed. The brunette's jaw tensed. Skye hadn't seen her father in 5 years. They'd never had a good relationship and one day - in the early stages of Skye and Zuma dating - he'd kicked her out.

"What did he want?" Zuma couldn't help but sound bitter. The man who'd been on the phone had caused his girlfriend - his future - pain beyond comprehension.

"To apologise. Again. He said he wants a relationship with me but this has been every week for the past two years, Zum. He's not giving me time. I know I should love him because he's my dad but-"

"Hey. Now, I never want to put ideas in your head or make decisions for you, you know that. But you are under no obligation to love someone because they're a blood relative. If your relationship with them was toxic, it was toxic. He said some outrageous things to you and accused you of things you'd never do. You don't have to do anything or feel anything because he's your father. It's up to you but do not let him saying that over and over again affect your decision. Okay?"

Skye nodded, nuzzling into Zuma's palm that rested against her cheek. "I know." The two were silent for a bit.

"Do you... miss him?" Zuma asked, sensing something was still on Skye's  mind.

"No." She said. "I still see my sisters, grandparents and the rest of my family that care. It's a shame we never got on but... I wouldn't change it."

"How so?"

"I think, me leaving and standing on my own two feet made me stronger, more independent and gave me freedom to make my own decisions. I started to when I started to talk to you." She said, making the brunette smile.

"I'm serious. I was only eighteen. It was a big deal for me to talk to a guy I didn't properly know, let alone one that was two years older. I know it sounds strange but it was scary. If I was still in that house, I don't think we'd have lasted: I'd have let anxiety and other's opinions get to me."

"I don't even wanna think about that happening." Zuma kissed Skye's jaw gently. "If that had happened, I wouldn't have the best things that'd happened to me: you, the last five years and-"

"Mummy? Daddy?" Came a quiet voice from the doorway. The two looked over to see their four year old, Lexis, stood rubbing her eyes.

"Hey baby," Skye hopped down from the counter and walked over, placing the curly haired brunette on her hip. "What's got you up?"

"Couldn't sleep."

"But it's nu-nights time." Zuma walked over and stroked his daughter's hair. She smiled and batted his hand away.

"'M not a baby." She grumbled.

"No. But you'll always be my baby." He smiled, taking Lexis into his arms and tickling her, making her squirm and giggle.

"Don't work her up. She needs to sleep." Skye scolded lightly.

"Can we watch a movie? And- and has a movie night?" The small girl asked. Skye looked at Zuma before they both looked at the clock. Three in the morning.

"Okay, but if you feel tired, you have to go sleepies okay?" Skye said.

"Silly Mummy. I'm not tired." Lexis crossed her arms.

"Okay."

Sure enough, ten minutes into Frozen, the girl was sound asleep on Skye's chest while she lay back against Zuma, his arms holding them both.

"Is it silly for me to still need time?" Skye asked in a hushed voice.

"No. You can't tell someone when to heal and how fast to do it. Once you're ready, you'll do what you feel is right." Zuma replied, kissing her cheek. Lexis shifted, gaining her parent's attention and making them smile.

"We did good huh?" Skye laughed a little.

"Perfect. Wouldn't mind if we had another." He hinted. Skye just smirked.

"You might not be waiting too long."

"You mean-"

"I found out this morning, well, yesterday."

"Oh my god! I love you so so much."

"I love you too." Skye leaned up and let her boyfriend scatter kisses on her face and neck while she smiled and relaxed against his touch.

She had everything she needed.