"SKYE!" I collapsed on her chest screaming her name when the form beneath me moved.

"GASP!" I lifted my head to see her eyes open.

"Skye? Are you okay?"

"Yeah I'm okay."

Skye's POV

"What happened?" I asked, confused at why he was crying.

"You stopped breathing! Do you remember anything that happened?" I thought for a minute as it all came back to me. I nodded.

"Yeah I remember."

"Care to clue any of us in? All I know is I'm loving you and you suddenly stop breathing." I shook my head. I didn't want to tell him that it was he who made me pass out. That it was his fault I almost died. That it was his love that almost killed me.

"Let's just forget about it."

"'Forget about it!?' You just about died in my arms and you want to just forget about it!? Tell me! I need to know!" I was beginning to get angry. I was doing it for his own good, but I couldn't exactly tell him that.

"Grit, you need to settle down a bit." I said in a calm but warning tone.

"Settle down? Settle down!?"

"Grit." I whispered.

"No! I will not settle down!" he screamed at the top of his lungs.

"Grit." I said raising my voice.

"You need to tell me! I need to know!"

"Alright, you know what? Fine! I'll tell you Drazel! You really wanna know what happened? You really wanna know!? You did it to me! You killed me!"

"Wait… I-I did this?" He asked quivering, regret filling his eyes.

"Yes you! Did you really thought that I could breath when your ugly muzzle is covering every single place I get air from!? NO! I couldn't breath! And when I tried pulling away, what did you do!?"

"I-I-I"

"You held me there! You know when you asked me to trust you, I did. Now I don't want you anywhere near me!"

"Skye?"

"What do you want? To actually kill me this time?" Now I had gone much too far. Things were coming out that I regretted deep down but I wanted him to hurt. I wanted to see him bleed! (Rhetorically of course.)

"I'm sorry!" He screamed as sadness filled his voice. "I'm sorry for almost killing you. I- AM-SORRY!"

"Well I'm sorry too!"

"What's that supposed to mean!?" I honestly didn't know what that meant, I was just blurting out the first thing that came to my head.

"I hate you!" I screamed.

"Well the feeling's neutral!"

"Good!" We sat staring at each other, unsure of what to do.

"This conversation is over!" Grit said after a few moments. I nodded in agreement as my feeling of anger was replaced with a feeling of regret.

"I'm sorry." I said letting my head drop, but keeping my eyes on him. "I don't really hate you. I guess I was just mad that you demanded something of me that I was uncomfortable giving you. I know what you did was an accident."

"I-I'm sorry for pushing at you. I truly didn't mean to hurt you, and if you don't trust me anymore I understand. You definitely deserve better!"

"We are the saddest couple I know." I said with a weak smile.

"I disagree. I think you might be a little-you know-off. But me? No I'm fine."

"Really? Because last time I checked, I didn't change my name to something that means rhythm."

"True."

"Why did you bring me here anyway?"

"I just wanted to show you something that I own." My eyes went wide.

"You own this?" He nodded.

"It's been in my family for years. Its where each and every one of us get buried when we die, and where we get married once we find that special someone."

"Marriage?"

"I know a lot of people, and pups think that is just for humans but having a wedding for dogs is special. Its each partner coming together and promising each other that they will be there even if it is only for ten-ish years. It's a commitment to love when it's good and when it's bad. When your making out, and when she nearly dies in your arms. It's telling the other pup, I love you."

"When you say it like that, it really does sound special!" He nodded and just like that, his romance was gone.

"Are you hungry? I know a great place!" I smiled and nodded. He smiled back and motioned for me to follow him. He began trotting through the woods, towards the sidewalk once again. Once out he began to lead me down a road which name I do not know. After some time he led me down a catwalk and under a fence. Once on the other side I realise that we were home. He walked up to the door and opened it widely for me, bowing as if I were a queen. I giggled as I walked in but what I saw before me was not what I expected. There was a young man standing there setting some things on one end of the table and lighting some candles in the middle which surrounded a vase of roses. The man smiled and said in a fancy tone.

"Your table my lady." I looked back at Grit, unsure of what to say. He just smiled and led me to my chair, tucking me in, before sitting in his own chair and looking up at our waiter.

"What's on the menu for today Bradley?" Grit asked our waiter.

"Chicken parm and pasta and white wine." I looked over at Grit my tail going a hundred miles an hour. I loved pasta!

"I'll take one of those." I said politely.

"As will I." Bradley nodded and walked away. He returned with a bottle of white wine and filled my glass and then Grit's.

"Your food will be ready in about 5 minutes. Shall I leave the bottle?"

"Yes, Thank you." Bradley nodded at Grit, set the bottle down and walked away.

"So, what's the occasion?" Grit smiled.

"You are."

"This is all for me?" Grit nodded.

"Yup! Any pup like you deserves a fancy dinner, especially after she comes back from the dead."

"What do you mean by any pup like me?"

"One that is as unique, and special as you. One that makes me want to be a better pup. One that shows me how life is supposed to be. One that takes my breath away. One that keeps me up at night thinking about a future. But by any pup, I only mean you!" My jaw dropped.

"Did you google that?" He laughed and shook his head.

"That's all mine. More wine?" I looked down and realized I had emptied my cup.

"Sure. Thanks." He nodded and filled my glass with wine.

"Dinner is served." Bradley said as he walked into the room, setting down our plates on the table.

"Thank you."

"Thanks." Dinner was quiet and consisted mostly of chewing.

"Come with me!" Grit said after we had finished our food. I finished my glass and hopped down, falling on my face. I let out a slurred giggle. Standing up slowly following him out of the house and into the backyard. He laid down on the ground and motioned for me to lay beside him. I smiled and laid down as he rolled himself over. I followed his lead and looked up at the stars they were beautiful.

"What do you dream of being?" I looked over at Grit.

Why would you ask such a question?" I asked in return. He shrugged in reply.

"A pilot. I want to be a pilot some day." He nodded.

"I hope that one day, I'll be a police dog. Where my job is just helping people day after day no matter what the issue. Kinda like my brother." I nodded and smiled, looking up at the stars, thinking about where I would like to work one day.

"What about pups? Wouldn't you like to have a bunch of little Skye's running around one day?" I nodded.

"Being a mother is definitely up there? How bout you?" He nodded.

"Being a father is the greatest job anyone could ever have. It is your job to raise up the next generation of dogs whether you do it right or not affects the lives of many, but maybe doing it wrong is one of life's great sacrifices."

"Philosophical much?" He shook his head with a laugh and spoke.

"What would you name it?"

"I love the name Robin." He nodded and turned to me.

"Skye?" I turned to be met with serious eyes.

"I love you!" He connected our lips, gently holding me there.

Others POV

She'd be nice to have. Very nice indeed!