In Between 'Hattan and Brooklyn || A Sprace Story

Chapter 104 - Epilogue (Race's Birthday)

- Chapter 104 - "Ti amo molto." -
Warnings: slight mentions of injuries/kidnapping, nothing bad. It's really a ton of fluff
Third Person POV

"Why can't I walk?" Race whined, resting his chin on Spot's shoulder. He was currently on Spot's back, getting carried by him to Brooklyn.

"Because Specs said no long distance walking," Spot answered.

Race pursed his lips. "But Brooklyn isn't technically long-distance walking."

"It's three hours away."

"That's not that bad though."

"Racer, be glad we're letting you out of Manhattan." Spot sighed. "There was a ton of debate about if you're okay enough to go to Brooklyn," he informed him, not wanting to relive the memories.

Race pursed his lips. "Can I ask?"

Spot shrugged, adjusting Race on his back. "Specs is worried that you're still really hurt and you're going to get excited and get hurt again seeing everyone," he informed him. "Jack kept trying to assure him that we'd make sure you didn't, but you know, it's Jack."

Race hummed. "Jack can hardly make sure I treat all of my injuries," he commented.

Spot rolled his eyes fondly. "I love you deadly, Racer." He sighed in exasperation.

Race grinned. "I love you too!" He kissed his cheek.

Spot smiled. "You're so cute."

He was so glad Race was back, and that he was feeling like himself again.

Race blushed a bit. "Am not." He puffed his cheeks out. "You're the cute one."

"I'm not cute." Spot chuckled.

"Yes, you are," Race argued, trying to sound wise and all-knowing. He paused for a moment. "Beh, forse sei più caldo che carino, ma comunque," he mumbled.

Spot chuckled.

After about twenty more minutes of walking and talking, Spot stopped.

They had finally made it to the Brooklyn bridge.

"Alright," Spot started slowly, "do you want to get down and walk the rest of the way?" he asked.

Race gasped. "You'd let me?! I'm allowed to?!" He tried to quickly hop off of Spot's back.

"Woah, slow your roll, hotshot." Spot chuckled as he stopped him. "You have to be careful, tell me if it hurts, and when we get there, you're going to sit for a bit," he told him.

Race didn't care that he had to sit down when they made it to Brooklyn. He was too excited that he was going to be able to walk to his friends and family.

Spot smiled as he carefully set Race down. He took his hand. "You ready?"

Race looked down at his knee, before nodding. "Yep. I think." He hesitated. "It just hurts a bit."

Spot frowned. "I know, Amore. It'll hurt for a bit, but stretching it and trying will help," he informed him.

"I know." Race nodded. "I just- I want to walk and be back to normal."