foster kid

Bela just shook her head. “You don’t need to worry about that, I’m just happy to have you here…” She felt much better now that she knew he’d be home after work and not in danger.

“So you’re my sugar mamma?” he teased.

“Are you always so full of sunshine?” 

“Yes.”

“Next time take one.”

“Don’t remember when I started to live for other people’s entertainment.”

“Why say that? You planning on killing me?” 

“Who knows in this town?”

“It’s fine. It’s just always so interesting when people always say see the other guy and no gets to.”

“Really interesting.”

“I can get you some ice.”

“Fine.”

Bela’s mind had completely slipped from the fact that he was hurt, which was probably better because she would’ve fussed over it. She kissed him a little bit longer before finally pulling back. “Welcome to your new home.” She mumbled.

He smiled at her words. He knew that feeling creeping up in his stomach was something he was afraid of exploring. “I promise I’ll chip in as soon as I can.”

Bela couldn’t help but laugh at his comment, and as he pulled her closer she moved to him easily. Asking him to move in was an impulse decision but she was glad she did it.

His lip still stung a little but she didn’t seem to mind the bruise too much as she kissed him back. He didn’t really realise he didn’t have to go back on the street after work tomorrow. He could shower, he had food. A bed. With her.

“You sure?”

“I take care of myself for a while now.”

“Do you fight often?”

“Whenever necessary. I fight back.”

“I can get you one.”

“Don’t bother.”

“I was only going to ask if you would like some help putting ice on it.”

“How can I get help with that?”

“I.. I couldn’t even imagine.” Alexis muttered softly, glancing up at him. “Do you want an ice pack?”

“It’s fine. It should be gone by tomorrow.”

“How about an ice pack?”

“I don’t have one.”

“Really? You know that’s what they all say.”

“Sorry I didn’t snap a picture.”