#ahs kit

Christmas of 1966 arrives with a different kind of silence. It’s no longer the empty, agonizing silence of previous years, but a heavy one. The house is decorated, though with less fervor. The lights blink, the turkey is in the oven. The children, older now, exchange hopeful looks that you avoid holding for too long.

Kit’s letters stopped coming over time, so you didn’t allow hope to grow.

The day drags on. At lunch, which is no longer as silent as in years past, you catch yourself staring at the empty chair he always used. Over time, all of you had to learn how to live with his absence and make that the new normal, even though it hurt.

When night falls and the first stars appear in the colored sky, acceptance begins to settle in. It’s like the other Christmases, you think. You’ll survive. You always do.

Then there’s a knock at the door.

It’s not loud. It’s hesitant, but in the quiet of the house, it sounds like thunder.

Your heart stops. The children, however, don’t even seem to notice, too busy with the presents.

You stand and walk to the door, hesitant. You open it.

The icy air cuts across your face, but you don’t even feel it. Because there, on the porch, wrapped in a thin layer of snow and wearing a coat far too light for winter, is him.

Kit.

He’s thinner—much thinner. His brown hair is a bit longer now. He’s holding a small white box with the few belongings he has. His brown eyes are the same, with those golden flecks, but now they’re ringed by purple shadows of exhaustion. A poorly healed cut splits his left eyebrow and his upper lip, and you don’t need much imagination to see the yellowed bruises along his temples, his jaw, trailing down his neck.

He stands there, looking at you as if you were a mirage. His lips are slightly parted, trembling—from the cold, from emotion.

“Kit?” you whisper, the word coming out broken, hoarse with shock.

He blinks rapidly, as if waking up. A shaky breath escapes him, forming a white cloud in the air between you.

“I… they released me. Today. So I… I ran to the station, took the first train, then the bus, and…” He rambles, lost, his eyes tracing your face, but you don’t listen. You just throw yourself into his arms.

His skin is cold, rough. He shudders at your touch, a low moan slipping from his throat. He doesn’t wait a second to return the hug, letting the box fall to the ground.

He holds you tightly, as if afraid that if he loosens his grip for even a second, you’ll disappear. His arms tremble around you. Then you kiss him desperately, as if that kiss could fill all the lost time.

“It’s you,” you murmur as you pull back, your own tears already running hot down your face. “My God, it’s you.”

“I promised you,” he whispers, the words sticking to your fingers. “I promised I’d come back.”

From inside the house, small gasps are heard. You both turn toward the door. The children are there, standing in the hallway, staring with a mix of shock and joy. For a moment, no one moves. Then the youngest—who had only a few memories of him, since she was just two when he left—takes a step forward. And then another. She stops in front of him, her big eyes scanning the thin man who has knelt down in front of her.

“Daddy?” Her voice is a thin thread of sound.

Kit closes his eyes, holding back tears, a tremor running through his entire body.

“Yes, sweetheart. It’s me.”

Then she throws herself into his arms. The impact nearly knocks him over, but he wraps himself around her, burying his face in her small neck, his shoulders shaking in silence. The older brother follows, more hesitant, but when Kit extends an arm, he clings to it, his serious face hidden against his father’s shoulder.

You kneel beside them, wrapping all of them in your arms. It’s a tangle of trembling bodies, warm tears, and soft breaths.

Finally, you guide them inside, into the warmth. Kit stands in the middle of the living room, looking around like a man who has returned to a familiar planet that somehow feels strange. His eyes travel over the tree, the couch, the photos on the wall—the life that went on without him. There’s pain in that look, but also immense wonder.

You stay there on the living room floor for what feels like forever. Kit doesn’t let go of the children, as if making up for every lost second. His thick, calloused fingers—God, how calloused they are—stroke their hair with a gentleness that breaks your heart.

The oldest, now seven, pulls back a little, wiping his nose on his sleeve, but his eyes never leave his father. “You’re hurt,” he says softly, pointing at the cut on Kit’s lip.

Kit smiles, but it’s a weak smile that doesn’t reach his eyes.

“Just a few scratches, son. Nothing that won’t heal.” He tries to sound casual, but you see the truth behind it: the way he moves slowly, as if every muscle aches, the way he avoids putting weight on one leg. You help him stand, and when your hand slips under his coat, you feel his ribs jutting beneath the thin shirt. He’s so thin. Your stomach twists with a wave of worry you can no longer hold back.

“Come on, let’s warm you up,” you say, guiding him to the couch. The children curl up beside him like little puppies starving for attention, telling him about the years he missed—the school, the friends, the Christmases without him. Kit listens, eyes shining with unshed tears, nodding and chuckling softly at the right moments. But you notice how he flinches slightly when the youngest jumps into his lap, and that sets off an alarm inside you.

Later, after the children go to sleep with smiles on their faces, you take him to the bedroom and sit him on the bed.

You help him remove the thin coat, which looks more like a rag than protection against the merciless cold. Your hands tremble as you undo the buttons, and when the garment falls to the floor, you let out an involuntary breath.

He has several bruises scattered across his torso, like smears of purple and yellow paint, marking ribs that stand out too sharply beneath pale skin. There are fresh scars—a long, jagged one on his right shoulder, another smaller one on his abdomen, as if someone had driven something sharp into him. He’s almost skeletal.

“Kit…” you murmur, your voice breaking as your fingers lightly trace one of the marks, careful not to press. He shivers at the touch but doesn’t pull away.

“It’s not as bad as it looks,” he says, trying for a smile that comes out crooked because of the cut on his lip. But his eyes give everything away: the deep exhaustion, the weight of memories he’s not ready to share. You feel a tear slide down your face, hot and salty, and he wipes it away with his calloused thumb.

“You’re lying,” you reply, your concern spilling over now, impossible to contain. “Look at you… all beaten up. What did they do to you in there?” Your voice trembles as you sit beside him on the bed, pulling him closer, as if you could shield him.

He lowers his head, his shoulders caving in as if the weight of the world were crushing him.

“It doesn’t matter, my love. It doesn’t matter anymore.” He pauses, swallowing hard, and you see the tremor in his hands. “I endured it all. For you. For the kids. I thought about you every night, imagined this moment. That’s what kept me alive. And it worked.”

His words cut into you, a mix of sweet relief and sharp pain. He’s here, alive, in your arms. You pull him into a tighter hug, ignoring the low groan that escapes him when you press against one of his injured ribs.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, loosening your grip, but he shakes his head.

“It’s okay.” His lips find yours again, this time slower, deeper, as if every kiss were a renewed promise. There’s desperation in it, a hunger built over years apart, but also a tenderness that makes your heart swell. Your hands roam his back, finding more scars. Tears mix into the kisses—yours and his—and when you pull away, breathless, he rests his forehead against yours.

“I love you so much,” he murmurs, his voice rough with emotion. “More than before, if that’s even possible. These years… they made me see how strong you are. I swear, I’ll make up for everything. I’ll be the husband you deserve, the father the kids need.”

You nod, wiping his tears away with soft kisses, tracing the cut in his eyebrow with your lips. “We’re going to heal you. I’ll take care of every bruise, every wound. Nothing will ever separate us again.” Your words come out like a vow, sealed in the quiet of the bedroom, lit only by the dim glow of the bedside lamp.

You rise from the bed reluctantly, your legs still shaky with emotion, and hurry to the kitchen, the cold floor beneath your bare feet contrasting with the warmth radiating from your chest. You grab a clean cloth, a bowl of warm water, and some antiseptic you keep in the cabinet—things that in recent years were used to heal scraped knees, never something like this.

Your heart pounds as you return to the bedroom, your eyes fixed on Kit, who remains seated on the edge of the bed, shoulders hunched, breathing slowly as if each breath hurts.

As you approach, you kneel in front of him, dipping the cloth into the water and gently pressing it against the cut on his eyebrow. He flinches, a low groan slipping from his cracked lips, but instead of pulling away, he leans forward, brown eyes locked on yours, filled with a gratitude that needs no words.

For him, that pain is almost welcome—a tangible reminder that he’s alive, that he’s home, where wounds are cared for by loving hands instead of inflicted by cruelty.

“Shh, it’ll pass,” you whisper, your voice soft like a lullaby, as you clean away dried blood and scabs, revealing the red, swollen skin underneath.

Between one wound and another, you can’t resist: you lean in to kiss him—first on the forehead, then at the corner of his mouth, avoiding the cut on his lip. He responds with a shaky sigh, his calloused hands rising to frame your face, fingers tracing your cheek as if you were something precious, fragile. Care and affection intertwine—a kiss here, a touch there—turning the act of healing into something intimate, almost sacred.

He groans again when you pass the cloth over a bruise on his shoulder, but the sound dissolves into a low, rough laugh, the first real laugh you’ve heard from him in years. “This is heaven compared to what I went through,” he murmurs, his lips brushing yours, and you taste the salt of tears mixed into the kiss.

Finally, after cleaning every visible bruise and bandaging what needs bandaging, you finish with one last lingering kiss.

all day kit had been teasing you. subtly kneading your asscheeks when he stood behind you whilst you cooked, kissing and biting your neck when the kids weren’t looking, and so much more that you couldn’t even begin to list it all

it only made sense that you made him pay for leaving you dripping wet at the most inconvenient times, which brings us to right now: kit eating you out whilst edging himself as per your wish

his tongue swirled on your clit in teasing circles before using the flat of his tongue to lick a stripe from your entrance to your clit, lapping up your sweet nectar which he craved to taste. his tongue probed your entrance with his nose bumping gently into your clit. his hand furiously stroked his shaft in aggressive movements of pleasure, but stopping every now and then to make sure he didn’t cum; he couldn’t disappoint you now, could he?

soft whimpers and grunts escaped from his lips, the sound causing vibrations to hit your already sensitive cunt which only made you shudder in pleasure. you looked down at kit with half-lidded eyes, seeing his soft brown eyes meet your own with a look of lust on his face

“suga’, please lemme cum” kit mumbled desperately in between licks, his eyes fluttering closed as he concentrated on pleasing you and not accidentally making himself tip over the edge into blissful euphoria. he bucked desperately into his hand whilst using all his self restraint not to cum all over his hand

“mhmh no” you tease in between your desperate and shaky moans of pleasure, each swipe of his tongue left you shaking in pleasure and involuntarily curling your toes in euphoria

he looked up at you with those intense dark eyes, meeting your gaze with a look of desperation plastered on his face. he kept his word though, holding back his orgasm and focusing on bringing you to your 3rd of the night. just the sight of you coming undone could make him cum, so it took all of his self restraint and then some more just so he could follow the one rule you set for him: don’t cum.

your back arched as you came, sending waves of pleasure from your throbbing clit all over your body. the sudden convolutions brought a smile to kit’s face, and he continued to please you, but doing so a little slower until you gained your bearings back.

“youre so pretty when you cum” he murmurs adoringly before lapping up your release, sending a shudder of pleasure down your spine when you felt his tongue make a quick sweep along your slit

“m’ good girl.” he praises, his lips and chin glistening under the dim light of the shared bedroom. he looked up at you with pleading puppy dog eyes, begging to be allowed his own release. “please hun, i won’t tease ya in front of the kids again”

“mmmh no. get back to licking” you say teasingly with a smirk, to which he instantly obeyed and went back to eating your cunt like a starved man.

The paper between your fingers was crumpled at the edges from being held so many times. You read the ad once more, as if the words would suddenly change:

Looking for someone to care for two children and help with the house. Immediate work. Interested parties, please come to the address below.

Simple, direct, and with a certain implicit desperation. It was your best chance. You had been in town for just a few days and needed a job, a roof over your head, some stability.

The house was small, modest, but cozy. The front lawn was a bit overgrown, and a tipped-over tricycle near the porch indicated it was indeed a home with children. You took a deep breath before knocking on the door, your heart racing.

The steps on the other side were quick, and when the door opened, you found yourself facing him.

Kit Walker.

The name was in the ad, but you didn’t expect him to be... like this. Brown, messy hair, eyes the same color, deep and somewhat tired, as if carrying more than a man his age should. He looked a few years older than you, yet young enough to be the father of two small children.

"Hi. You came for the ad?" His voice was raspy, slightly surprised. He ran a hand through his hair, as if realizing too late that it was disheveled.

You nodded, not fully trusting your voice.

"Yes—I… I saw the ad and... I’m interested in the job."

Kit took a step back and opened the door wider. "Come in. We can talk better."

You entered, smelling the warmth of wood and coffee, mixed with the unmistakable scent of a house with children: crayons, cookies, and a faint trace of baby cologne.

The living room was simple, with old furniture but well cared for. There were toys scattered here and there, a small blanket thrown over the couch, and some kids' drawings pinned to the wall.

"Well, I don’t want to make this formal or anything," Kit scratched the back of his neck, looking a bit uncomfortable. "To be honest, I need someone as soon as possible. I work all day, and I can’t keep up with everything on my own. The idea is for you to be with the kids, help with the house... those kinds of things."

You nodded. "I can do that."

Kit studied your face for a moment, as if looking for something beyond your answer.

"Do you have experience with children?"

"Not professionally..." You hesitated. "But I’ve taken care of my cousins when they were little. I like kids."

Kit nodded slowly, as if considering your answer, but his gaze was still sharp, evaluating you in a way that made your heart race. He seemed like someone who wanted to trust, needed to trust, but didn’t give that trust easily.

"It’s a full-time job," He crossed his arms, the thin fabric of his shirt stretching slightly across his broad shoulders. "You’d need to be here all day, sometimes at night, depending on my schedule. I work a lot."

You nodded, trying to seem as confident as possible. "That wouldn’t be a problem."

"Good. Because they need stability," Kit rubbed his chin, briefly looking away. "It’s already been hard enough for them."

There was something heavy behind those words, something he didn’t say, but that lingered in the air between you. You wondered what exactly had happened, but didn’t dare to ask.

Kit cleared his throat, refocusing on the conversation. "Can you cook?"

The question came without warning, and you blinked, a little surprised. "Yes. Quite well, actually."

A shadow of relief passed over his face. "Great. I get by, but..." He made a vague gesture, as if already used to eating poorly. "It’d be nice if they could have real food, you know? Not just sandwiches and instant noodles."

You smiled faintly. "I can take care of that."

Kit opened his mouth to say something, but then hesitated, shifting his weight. You noticed how tense he seemed, as if about to ask a question he didn’t know whether he should.

"Can I ask you something?" He narrowed his eyes, curious. "Are you married?"

The question caught you so off guard that it took an extra second to respond. "What? No! No, I’m not married."

Kit relaxed almost imperceptibly, and you couldn’t tell if it was because the answer relieved him or if he just didn’t want to get into trouble. "Sorry. I just... don’t want to hire someone with a jealous husband showing up at my door afterward."

You let out a short laugh, more out of nervousness than anything. "You don’t need to worry about that. No jealous husbands. No husbands, period."

Kit gave a half-smile, but quickly looked away, and it was at that moment that a fleeting thought crossed your mind.

It was sad that a man like him didn’t have a wife.

The thought came as a reflex, and you quickly pushed it away, as if you’d done something wrong. It wasn’t your business. But still... he seemed like someone who deserved it. Someone who loved deeply, who would do anything for those he cared about. A man like him shouldn’t be alone.

Before you could get lost in that thought, a sound echoed through the hallway—small footsteps, followed by excited laughter. Kit didn’t even need to turn around to know what was coming, and the smile that appeared on his lips was so immediate and genuine that something warm spread in your chest.

"DAAAAD!"

Two children appeared in the room, running without hesitation toward Kit. He bent down instantly, opening his arms to receive them. The first to arrive was a boy with light hair and bright brown eyes, who threw himself into his father’s arms with the force of a rocket. Right behind him, a little girl with dark skin and soft curls stopped beside them, eyeing you with a mix of curiosity and suspicion.

Kit laughed, running his hands through the boy’s hair before turning to his daughter. "Hey, hey, calm down. You don’t even know her yet."

The two turned to look at you, and you felt as if you were being assessed.

"Who is she?" The little girl asked, her voice small but firm.

"She came for the ad," Kit explained, adjusting Thomas in his lap. "She might take care of you guys while I work."

"Can she tell stories?" Thomas tilted his head, his eyes shining with expectation.

"I can," you answered, smiling.

"Better than Dada?"

Kit scoffed, indignant. "Hey! I’m great at it!"

Thomas looked at his sister, clearly waiting for her opinion. Julia crossed her arms, narrowing her eyes at you before asking, "Can you make pancakes?"

You laughed, crouching down a little to be on her level. "With chocolate chips and strawberry syrup."

Her expression shifted slightly, as if considering your answer. Then she looked at Kit and then back at you, still evaluating.

Kit watched the interaction with a playful gleam in his eyes, as if enjoying seeing how you handled the two.

Finally, Julia nodded, crossing her arms. "I think you can stay."

Thomas agreed with an enthusiastic nod, and Kit let out a low laugh, shaking his head.

You sigh softly as you crack your neck. Your work day was so difficult, multiple people ordering last minute cakes and cookies, difficult customers, your bakery being short staffed. Overall, you had one of the worst days. It’s nearing Christmas and you had so much to do the next day to complete all the orders you got. You were thankful for your job at the humble little bakery in town but days like this made you question whether or not you should just quit and do the job you had a college degree for, teaching. You loved children, you loved caring for them. You loved watching how they run up to their parents and hug them tightly. You wish you could have kids, you would be a wonderful mother. The only problem was that you have never had a love interest in your little story. You were just a lonely woman in this cold world.

However, I see you little bird. I see your sadness, your pain, your loneliness. Don’t worry your little head, I’m going to finish your story with a happy ending. The writers of your story have done you wrong but that’s alright. They’ve given your delicate form to me so that I can give you the happiness that you deserve, little dove. Go on, walk home. I’ll be there shortly to start your new happy life. Rest your head on your now soft pillow and sleep for tomorrow you will meet someone who will make you the happiest woman on earth.

“What a strange dream…” you say to yourself as you wake up. It felt as though someone was talking to you through your dream, giving you false hope. “Maybe it will get better.” You say to no one in particular as you get up. You walk to your bathroom and stare at yourself. You smile a bit as you see that you looked pretty. Your hair was all over but it looked so soft. Your eyes looked sleepy but in the most beautiful way. Your cheeks looked full of color, making you look youthful. You were getting older and the fact that you were sill alone made your family talk. They spoke so much but never saw how hard you worked to get the things you had. You shake those thoughts from your mind and get in the shower, seeing the sun rise through your small shower window. You lathered your hair up with your favorite shampoo that smelled like strawberries. Sighing as you massage your scalp, gently scratching to make sure you clean it properly. You take your time as you rinse your hair, smiling at how nice the warm water felt cascading down your back, filling the steam with the smell of strawberries.

The conditioner smelled just as divine as your shampoo, making you smile more. You make sure to gently tie your hair up so the conditioner could sit. Rinsing your hands quickly, you move onto your body. You lather your arms up, taking care to not miss any spots. You lather up your breasts and stomach, looking down at yourself. You hum a bit as you thought about how you looked. Shaking away those thoughts, you move to your intimate areas and legs which were hairless since yesterday. Taking your wash cloth, you scrub your skin gently, getting all the places you needed to. Rinsing your body, you smile at how glorious it was now smelling. Lastly you rinse your hair from the conditioner, hearing the birds chirp sleepily from outside.

After drying off and doing your dental care as well as applying your lotion, you dry your hair. You had about an hour and a half to do everything but for some reason time was slower than usual, giving you a chance to look your best as always. Sitting down to do your makeup, you sing along to whatever the old radio was playing. “Name Game? Haven’t heard that one in a bit.” You say to yourself as you finish up. You now had thirty minutes to get out of the house, slipping your shoes and coat on, you head out the door.

As you drive to the bakery, you think about all the orders you and some others must make. You enjoyed baking things, so you weren’t mad at it, you just hated it when the customers were inconsiderate. It’s only a few days till Christmas and you and your coworkers needed to get home to your families. Nonetheless, you all worked hard for them. As you walk in, you’re greeted by customers and your coworkers as you pass by to put your things up so you can get to work. Putting your apron on you quickly get to kneading the doughs of different breads and placing the fondant on cakes. Your hands are gentle as you place little candy charms on top of the cakes and some of the cookies. Soon you trade spots with someone so that you don’t tire; cleaning yourself up to take orders.

As you walk up to the register, a young girl looks up at you excitedly, jumping a bit when she sees you. “Hello, Miss Y/n! Mama, sent me to get her usual bread and biscuits!” She tells you, handing you her money. You laugh and bag her orders, taking her money before leaning in. “Don’t tell anyone but I snuck in a couple cookies in for you and her.” You say quietly, watching her beam with excitement. Waving, she says thank you and heads out, leaving you with a warm feeling in your heart.

A young man walks up and smiles at you, wringing his hands from coming in from the cold outside. “Hello, miss. Could I get those two wreath cookies there?” He asks, looking a little distracted. “Those? Oh no, they’re old. Do you mind waiting 5 minuets for the new ones to set?” You ask, preparing yourself for cold words. The man shakes his head, smiling still. “Not at all! How much?” He says, his hands fumbling with his wallet. “A dollar even.” You say, a little shocked at how sweet he was. Watching him fumble to get a dollar, you take in how handsome he was. The way he smiled at you while giving you the money made your cheeks warm. “I’ll be over here, darlin’.” He says, walking towards the small tables and chairs, taking a seat.

Your mind was on other things as you carefully place the cookies in their bag. You hear the jingle from the door and look up, seeing one of your favorite customers. “Hello, Lana! I haven’t seen you in a few days.” You say, walking over to her holding the bag of cookies. “Busy with book signings and interviews...oh what are these?” She asks, eyeing the bag of cookies in my hand. “Oh these are a new design. Give me a second and I’ll show you.” Walking over to the man from earlier, you hand him his cookies. “Thank you, I appreciate it...Lana? Fancy seeing you here.” He says to her, smiling as she hugs him. “My goodness! I have to see you and the kids more often!” She says and as they continued to speak, you seem to drift away and disappear.

Quietly walking back to your station, you pack more orders. Of course he had kids, was probably married as well. Your thoughts become sad as you hand people their orders as they came in to pick them up. Without you noticing the man from before, Kit, walks up and clears his throat. “Miss?” He calls, watching as you turn to him. “Is there anything else you’d like?” Your smile doesn’t quite reach your eyes this time, making Kit tilt his head a bit. “Well yes and no. Is it possible for you to make me a batch of these for next year?” He asks, his hands fidgeting with the money in his hands. Your hands move quickly to jog down what he needed from the bakery. “The total is going to be 6.50.” He nods and hands you the money, his fingers lingering for a moment.

Ignoring the way the touch made your skin burn, you look up at him. “You can pick them up in the afternoon at around 3.” You say, handing him his receipt. Kit nods and smiles sweetly at you, nodding in thanks. “I’ll be back soon, I want my kids to enjoy coming here as well. Merry Christmas…er- happy holidays.” He smiles more at the mention of his children and heads out the door. You sigh softly and turn to switch places with someone, being drained from social interactions.

Towards the end of the work day, you put your apron up and gather your things. Your shoulders hurt a bit from the tension they had, making grin softly as you stretch. Walking out the door in the cold snowy air, you get in your car and turn it on. It was 6 o’clock in the evening so you thought it’d be best if you just got some food at the diner, just to treat yourself for the hard days work. As you pull out and drive off, you think of what you want to eat. Where you in the mood for breakfast or in the mood for a greasy dinner?

If you chose breakfast you would get waffles, scrambled eggs, that delicious sweet maple bacon, hash browns, and maybe a few sausage links. Now, if you got coffee then you’d be awake all night and you couldn’t have that, you had some things to do before Christmas. Maybe some juice would be good with that meal. Yeah, you would get juice. If you chose the greasy dinner you would get a hamburger, fries, and a delicious milkshake. Maybe you would do a cheeseburger and switch the plain fries to those spicy fries. For the milkshake maybe a vanilla. You can’t go wrong with the basics. After some though you nod, making your decision.

Watching the world move around from the inside of the diner, you see a couple holding hands as they walk to the door. The girl was beaming as her handsome man kissed her cheek, giving her a dashing smile. She looked happy and content. Shaking your head from the negative thoughts, you see your food coming. You had chosen breakfast. Looking up, you watch the television and see Lana there. It was a rerun of her speech at the library that happened two days ago. As you watch her, your mind goes back to that sweet young man. You wondered if his children looked just like him…or did they look like their mother.

As you finish, you pay and soon head out of the warm diner, driving home. You observe everyone and everything around you as you drove home, humming to whatever was playing on the radio. Your thoughts begin to drift into what you would do for Christmas. Lana and you had become good friends and she invited you to her Christmas party. You already knew what you were going to bring to the party and what you were going to give Lana. All she asked for was her favorite cookies and breads. As you think about those you remember that you hadn’t picked out your outfit for the party yet. Maybe you would wear your favorite dress; it was a beautiful black dress that molded to your body shape but concealed anything you wanted it to. It was one of your favorites because you didn’t have to wear a belt to make it look complete.

Pulling into your driveway, you sit in your car for a moment. You feel the warm air that had previously been in the car turn cold ever so slowly. The only reason you weren’t going into your house was because the lawn was absolutely covered in Christmas decorations. You had forgotten that the neighbors kids wanted to spruce up your house. You laugh as you see different sized snowmen and women “dressed” in suits and sweaters. They all had little friends or family surrounding them, near the door you see a small group. The snowmen were dressed in similar clothing to people you knew. It was you and two of the neighbors kids. Your heart warmed as you step closer to them, smiling at the little gesture they did.

As you start to shiver, you go into the warmth of your small home. Peeling off your coat and boots, you relax and walk over to your room. You take off your clothes and turn on your television, landing on your bed with a happy sigh. You stretch and hear your bones crack as you express your groan of relief. Getting into the covers, you watch a show that was playing, drifting off to sleep.

Now little dove, I do have one request to make. Stop sabotaging yourself. I know it may be hard but trust me, you will be fine. Please let me take care of you. I love you more than anyone else in this world at the moment.

At the moment, you say?

Why yes, I did say that didn’t I? That’s because there is going to be someone who will love you as much or even more than I do.

Yes little dove, I do love you. I have loved you ever since I met you.

How is that possible? Well as you know, I am your new writer. You have never seen me but I have seen you. I see you everyday.

Enough questions, you need rest. Sleep well, my little creation.

Blinking slowly, you take in your surroundings. The smell of vanilla registers in your brain and you smile. You had left open your favorite candle before leaving for work. You were off today because it was Christmas Eve. Sitting up, you stretch and smile while looking at the time. Your eyes widen as you see it was almost 10 am. You normally were up at 6 or 5, you were never this late to wake up. You guess that you needed it as you get up and change.

Huffing as you mix multiple batters, you bake your cookies. It was only a few hours before the party and you were almost done with everything. As you take out the breads and cookies to let them cool, you jump in the shower. Washing your hair wasn’t necessary so you just took care of your body. Getting out soon after rinsing, you dry yourself and do your normal routine. Humming, you add a bit more makeup than usual, adding a darker eye-shadow to your lash line to give you a more “party” look.

Packing up the presents and other things, you head out the door and into your car. “Alright, I got everything…” you say to yourself as you drive off. You looked so beautiful but you didn’t even know it. You wave to a few of the kids that you knew while passing by, seeing them play in the snow. Lana’s home wasn’t too far so you were there in just a short 10 minute drive. Gathering your things, you knock on the door, hearing music and laughter already.

Lana smiles widely as she opens the door. “Y/n, hello! I’m so glad you made it!” She says and she engulfs you with a hug. “I’m glad I did too, the raids were a little icy.” You laugh as you were led inside. “I brought some desserts, don’t worry I have your favorites as well.” You say as you help her place the desserts in the kitchen. She was absolutely beaming at the mention of her favorites. “Oh I’m so excited!” She says, looking at you with a big smile. “I have two little ones I want you to meet!” She takes your hand and leads you to the two kids playing with dolls and trains.

You see the girl look up and smile widely, going up to hug Lana. “This is Julia and this is Thomas. They’re my godchildren!” She says, hugging Julia back. Thomas tilts his head as he watches you wave shyly at Julia. “Hello miss.” Julia says, equally as shy as you were. “Oh please, no need to be formal. You can call me Y/n.” You say, smiling softly at the young girl. “And hello Thomas, it’s nice to meet you both. Lana has told me so much about you.” Your smile grows as you see Thomas stick out his hand to shake yours. “Those are my kids. Sweet things aren’t they?” You hear a male voice say, turning to face the direction which it came from.

You see the man from the shop smiling at you as you shake Thomas’ hand. “They’re so sweet.” You say, feeling Julia run past you to hug her father. “Kit, you remember Y/n right?” You hear Lana say, feeling her hand on your shoulder as she spoke. “Of course I do! The kids are obsessed with the cookies I bought them and won’t stop asking who made them.” He says laughing, you feel Julia tug at your dress to get your attention. “Did you make them? Y’know, those wreath cookies?” She asks, watching you nod. “I actually did, I heard you loved them.” You see Thomas nod vigorously and hand you something. “We made these bracelets for whoever made them!” He says as you open the small box.

The bracelets were made of small beads of different colors. One was made of mostly reds and the other one was made up of mostly greens. “Christmas colors…they’re so pretty. Thank you so much. I’ll wear them right now.” You say, slipping them on and watching as the kids beam their big smiles at you. “This is definitely my favorite Christmas present this year.” You say and laugh as they both jump around. “Did you hear that papa? The pretty Y/n said they were her favorite!!” Julia said, being picked up by Kit. “I did! I told you she would like it. Now go on and play with the other kids, it’s my turn to talk to the pretty Y/n.” He says as Julia practically jumps out of his arms to go play with the other kids.

Your brain short circuits for a second at the fact that both Julia and Kit called you pretty. You were flattered of course but you thought differently, your dress wasn’t as nice as other people’s clothing. The simple jewelry wasn’t as sparkly as other people’s. However to Kit and Julia you looked so pretty. You looked like a person straight from heaven. The way the dress fit you made Kit’s head spin a bit and they way you spoke to his kids made him smile. Was it possible that he was already smitten with you?

Yes in fact it was possible. As the party goes on you, Kit, and Lana dance around with the kids and play games with them. When it came time to eat, Kit helps you set up everything. “Thank you for being sweet with my kids. It’s a bit difficult with two different looking kids because people are assholes.” He says as he hands you a tray, his touch linger once again like in the bakery. You pause as he spoke, frowning a bit. “It’s because of Julia isn’t it? I don’t understand why people are so cruel. That girl is such a sweetheart…I would give anything to have a daughter like her.” You sigh softly and grab the plates. “What do you mean? You and your mister don’t have any kids?” He asks you, looking confused.

You laugh dryly. “What mister? I’m not married, honey.” Finishing up setting the table you look around for anything else. “Am I missing anything?” You look up at Kit, noticing he’s just staring at you. He remembers that he’s supposed to help you and shakes his head. “No you’re good.” He replies, smiling softly at you. “Let’s get everyone.” He says and heads to get Lana and the others. You sit as the others file in, Julia making a bee line to the seat next to Lana. You feel a small hand tap on your arm. “Can I sit next to you Miss Y/n?” Thomas asks shyly, his face brightening when you nod yes.

Everyone eats and compliments were heard from all around for Kit and Lana’s cooking. The room was buzzing with happiness and quiet conversations. Laughter was shared all around the table as you say some dumb jokes with everyone. Soon you receive compliments on your baking, making you blush shyly and smile in thanks. You hear Julia gush about how yummy she thought the gingerbread cookies were and Thomas arguing about how the chocolate chip cookies were better. Kit was quick to mediate the argument saying that they were both the best. “Y’all are too sweet.” You say to everyone, laughing as you see people acting like they’re stealing cookies.

Towards the end of the party people start to help clean up and leave, you and Kit deciding to stay behind. “It’s only 8, I think the kids could watch something while we talk.” Lana says, setting up the television for them before heading back to the couch. Kit nods and smiles softly at her. “They love it here anyways.” He says and faces you, holding a beer bottle. “What are you doin’ tomorrow? I heard the roads won’t be as cold and icy.” He says as Lana sits behind him holding his free hand.

Shaking your head you sip your wine. “Nothing, I don’t have any family here. Plus everyone is busy with their own families.” Lana frowns and sits up. “Spend it with me and Kit? It would be lovely to have you again, right Kit? The kids would probably pester you about sweets but they’ll be happy too.” She says laughing, Kit chuckling too. “I don’t know, you guys have everything planned out. I’m not getting any younger, Lana. I can’t run around for two days straight.” You joke and sip on your wine again, hearing Lana giggle a bit at your joke. “Oh please, we’re close in age, you act like you’re 72.” She says.

Rolling your eyes, you laugh too. “I guess, I’m still older than you.” You hear her scoff, crossing her arms. “By two years, please Y/n.” She laughs and looks over at Kit. “And you’re like what? Two years old?” She jokes and Kit’s face turns sour. “God, don’t start with that. The kids kept saying I was younger than them. Bossin’ me around and shit.” He laughs and looks over at them, you could see the love he had for the pouring out of his eyes and heart. It was almost suffocating. Lana sits up again and smiles brightly. “Let’s play cards. Just one round before Y/n has to leave.” She says and looks at you with excitement. 

You all play four rounds of cards before you had to leave. You take your glass pans to your car and whatever else you had won from the games. You hug Lana and the kids, them telling you how excited they were that they’ll be seeing you the next day for Christmas. They run back in the house with Lana and get bundled up in blankets, Kit helping them with their cups of hot chocolate. Just as you reach your car door you hear the soft low voice of Kit calling your name. “Y/n, let me get that for you.” He says as he opens the door for you, helping you in. “Go inside, it’s windy and snowing.” You say, shivering slightly as your car warms up. Kit shook his head and just smiled. “Gotta make sure you pull out safely. It’s warmed up now, you can drive.” Kit stands back and waves at you as you pull out of the driveway, waving back a him. 

Driving home, you reflected on how much fun you had. You don’t normally go to parties because you always end up alone on a corner watching everything. Smiling to yourself, you think about which kind of treat you would bring for the kids. Pulling into your driveway, you sit in your car for a moment, pondering some more. “Chocolate chip was the one that was eaten the fastest…but more compliments on peanut butter…I’ll just mix them.” You got out of your car and head inside with your things. Letting the warmth engulf you, you pull off your boots and coat, groaning as you stretched while walking to your bathroom. Taking off your makeup and changing into your nightwear, you settle down in your warm bed. You hadn’t felt this warm and relaxed in so long that you fall asleep in an instant as the snow outside begins to fall.

I told you that I would help you feel happy. Tomorrow you have two small kids that will soon love you as much as they love Lana.

Little Dove, you already seem happier and I’m glad it’s happening so fast. Just be careful…don’t let yourself get hurt or think anything negative.

Goodnight, little dove. Sweet dreams.

The next day came and you quickly got ready. You said you’d be there in the morning so you had little time. Bringing things with you, you warm up your car, frowning when you head how much it struggled to even turn on. Waiting for a few, you look at your things and made sure you brought everything. Soon, you pull out of the driveway and head to Lana’s house. Your grip on the steering wheel tightened as you think about wether or not they would like the gifts you got. Suddenly you hear a strange noise as you drive, frowning again as you listen. Luckily you got to Lana’s house before your car could do anything else stupid. Knocking on the door, you shiver as you wait for someone to open up. You could hear laughter coming from inside as Kit greets you. “Hey Y/n, Merry Christmas!” He says and helps you in, taking your coat and boots off. “It’s so cold out there, I’m glad you’re here safe.” His voice was soft and warm as he spoke. It was dripping with honey when he calls out to his kids to come help and greet you.

Julia rushed to you and helped with your things while Thomas made sure you were warm with a cup of hot cocoa. “We missed you Miss Y/n!” Julia said happy as she placed the wrapped presents under the tree. Your smile grew as you told them how much you missed them too. Lana hugs you as she greets you, telling you how glad she was that you were here. “It’s so cold, how did you even get out of the house?” She says and leads you to the couch. “Don’t know but my car was paying the price. It was making a weird noise every time I pressed the breaks.” You say sighing, you didn’t have the money to fix your car entirely but you did have enough to change the breaks.

Kit crosses his arms. “You probably need new ones because whenever it gets cold, the breaks become stiff.” He says and thinks more. “You maybe don’t have the right breaks? I found fix your car, just bring it in.” Kit says with a smile. “Really? I appreciate it…the guy I used to go to would always charge me more.” You say, sipping your hot cocoa. “They tend to do that because men think women don’t know about cars.” Lana says and rolls her eyes a bit. “Kit is honest though, there isn’t a mean bone in his body.” Lana smiles at him and he bashfully laughs, shyly scratching his neck.

“Papa, can we open presents now?” Thomas asks as he sits in his lap, making puppy dog eyes to make Kit give in. Looking at Lana for confirmation, Kit let’s them open presents. “I got a car!! It’s red like papa’s!” Thomas says as he shows Lana his first present. Julia gasps as she rips the paper from a stethoscope. “Papa look! Now I can be a doctor!” She says to Kit with excitement. They open the rest and run around while playing with their new toys. Lana hands you a gift, it was heavy to your surprise. “You didn’t have to…” you say, smiling shyly. “Yes I did. Now go on and open it.” She says, smiling softly.

Carefully, you peel the wrapping and gasp as you held a beautiful porcelain cookie jar. The one you had always been eyeing from afar. “Lana…this is too much. It’s perfect even .” You say and place it somewhere safe before hugging her. The gift wasn’t grand but for you, it was everything. Kit smiles and taps your shoulder, handing you a small present. “It’s from the kids. I think you’ll like it.” He says and watches as you open it. It was a small crocheted doll of you. “They begged a friend of mine to make this for you. I think it came out pretty.” He says and watches as you gently touch every detail. “It is very pretty…they didn’t have to.” You say and hug both Julia and Thomas, their giggles filling the room as you do.

“I do have something for you. I asked Lana which cookies were your favorite and I made them.” You hand him his red bag of cookies. His eyes widen and he immediately takes a bite out of one. “They taste just like my mama’s cookies…this is the best…” he smiles widely and hands you and Lana your presents. Lana smiles as she puts on the bracelet that was given and helps you with yours. “This is so pretty…thank you Kit.” You say shyly and you with the little charm of a rose on your bracelet. Lana’s had a daisy as the main charm. “This is the best, I’m never taking it off.” She says and hugs Kit.

You all head to the dining room to have breakfast, Lana and you helping the kids with what they wanted. Lana had made pancakes and waffles, making the kids more excited. Sitting down next to Kit with Julia on your other side, you eat your food. “Lana, I forgot how good you cook. I might have to steal you.” You say laughing, Lana shaking her head in amusement. Kit helps Thomas put syrup on his pancakes, smiling softly as he cuts it up for him too. Julia begins to ask you a bunch of questions about baking, her eyes widening as you tell her about all the things you can make. Thomas butts in saying that he could probably bake everything in the world. “I don’t think even Y/n could bake everything, Tom.” Lana says as she finishes up her food. “I don’t think so either.” You say giggling and yelp Lana clean up as soon as everyone is done.

As the day goes on, you all play in the snow, play games, watch movies, and bake. It was like a Christmas movie but in real life. Soon the day turned into night and the children were absolutely exhausted from the exciting day. Before you left, Julia and Thomas hugged you and watched as you, Kit, and Lana walk up to your car. Getting cold, they both run back inside. “I don’t think you should drive home in this car, Y/n.” Lana said as she hears the transmission make a weird noise when Kit turned the car on. “I don’t have anything else, Lan…” you sigh and try to figure out a way to get home in your mind. “Take my car, I don’t have anywhere else to be for the holidays anyway.” She says, handing you her keys. “I trust you.”

After saying goodbye you head home. The concern for you was still ringing in your mind, why were they so afraid? It’s not as if you haven’t been driving with a broken car before. Shaking your head, you ignore the conflict in your head. As you pull into the driveway, you shiver a bit. The wind came back and it was bone freezing cold; along with the wind cams bad memories. As you unlock your door, you get dejavú, remembering what is was like to be sobbing in the cold because your key wasn’t going in the lock. Taking your coat off and hanging it, you remember that no one will ever help you take it off. Heading to your room, you lay in bed and remember that you had one one to keep you warm. It was always the same.

Y/n don’t do that. Don’t start to push yourself down. I told you that you would have someone that loves you. Even the writer of his story wants you two to be together. Just let it happen, please. You both need it.

Yes, both you and him.

Don’t argue with me on this because he’s just as troubled as you are. Sure he’s had a bit more luck in the love department but that’s because he’s one of the most handsome men in town.

Don’t start thinking that you’re not beautiful either. You’re one of the pretty women too, now go to sleep. Kit is coming tomorrow to bring a rental for you.

Good night, little dove.

The next morning you ride, tears still clinging onto your lashes from crying while sleeping. Wiping them away, you lay there thinking about what that voice in your head had said. You knew you weren’t delusional, the voice sounded to real. You decided to test something. “If you’re real…give me a sweet letter from that person you spoke about.”

A letter? That’s too simple, my love.

“Too simple? Fine, then…bring him to me.” You say, your voice quivering slightly. Just then, there was a knock on the door. Your eyes widen as you quickly got changed, flying down the stairs to your front door. Eyes widening more, you peer through the peep hole. “Kit..?” You say to yourself before opening the door. Kit’s face lights up, his eyes scan over your appearance. You didn’t feel uncomfortable by this, Kit was just admiring how comfortable you looked. “Mornin’ Y/n. Did I wake you?” He says, smiling still. “No, not at all. It’s cold, come in?” You say, shivering a bit. “I can’t, I have to go to the store. Lana sent me away while her and the kids made something for me. I got your rental here.” He says, handing you the keys. You didn’t want to admit that you felt a bit sad that he couldn’t come in, how foolish of you. “Oh! The red one? It’s too pretty, Kit.” You say, shyly toying with the keys. “Not prettier than you, miss.” He says, for a moment panic flashes through his eyes at what he said.

“Me? Kit, don’t be ridiculous.” You say, your voice becoming slightly quieter. “Yes you…why wouldn’t I think your pretty?” He says, being more bold this time. Kit crosses his arms and looks at you, sighing softly. “What are you trying to do, Mr. Walker? Bring an older woman’s hopes up? It’s not funny or a game to me…thank you for the car. I’ll make sure to pay you extra when I get my car back.” You say quickly, starting to shut the door. Kit quickly puts his foot on the door, groaning at how hard it hit him. “Y/n no. Listen to me please. Just for a second…” he says, not pushing open the door, just holding it. “What else is there to say Kit? A man like you shouldn’t be associated with someone like me anyways.” You say, pulling the door open slight to see him. Kit’s eyes were desperate as he peered into yours.

“Why not? You’re so beautiful…when I touched your hand for the first time, I felt somethin’. I don’t know what it is but I do know that it came from you.” You frown a bit and shake your head. “No you didn’t…” Kit sighs and takes your hands, holding them to his chest. You could feel how rapid his heartbeats were, eyes widening. “Do you feel that? That’s what happens every time I see you. It’s even faster now because you’re touching me.” He says, his breathing becoming ragged in desperation. Kit wanted you to see and feel what he felt for you. “It’s only been two weeks, I know…but I’ve only felt this once before and I lost that feeling to something tragic. I can’t help it…”

You both stare at each other, your hands still on his heart, his own on yours. Hesitating, you move your hands to his cheeks, cupping them with your warmth. Your own mind was reminding you of what happened earlier in the morning. They brought you Kit. Kit was the one they spoke of. Kit leans into your touch, sighing something while closing his eyes. “You have to believe me…please.” He says, your thumbs softly caressing his face. “I do…just give me time to get used to this. I’m not…I’ve never…” your words fail you as he opens his eyes again. “You’ve never been…loved? Well loved like this anyway. But how?” He questioned, pulling you close to him and engulfing you in his embrace. “I don’t know…” the phone from inside rings and you jump slightly, startled.

“I’m going to take you up on the offer to come inside, it is too cold. I can barely feel my hands.” He says chuckling a bit. You frown and hold his hands to warm them up as you answer. “Hello? Oh Lana, hi…yes he’s here…what? Tell me wha- oh…you knew this whole time? Lana Winters I swear you will be the death of me…alright I’ll tell him…bye I love you too.” You hang up the phone and sigh, looking up at him. “Lana said to come back because it’s ready. She also said to bring me along…but I’m not ready at all.” You say, gently rubbing his cold hands to make them warm up faster. “Go get ready, I’ll wait.” He says, hesitating before kissing your forehead. Your face flushed a bright red before running off to get ready.

Groaning in frustration as you try to zip up your coat, you face him. “Can you..?” he just smiles and zips it up for you, leaning down to help you with your boots. “There, alright let’s go.” Kit opens the doors for you and you head out and into his car. “They made breakfast over there, I do know that.” He says as he drives. Kit moves his free hand to yours and caresses it, humming to the song playing. Comfortable silence fills the car and you start to feel light. Pulling up to Lana’s driveway, you two head inside. The kids barreled towards you both and hugs were squeezed in. “Did you tell her, Papa? Did you? Did you?!!” Julia asks. Kit shushes her quickly and leads her away, telling her a few things. “Tell me what..?” You say as you were taken to the living room by Lana. “You know what, love.” She says and smiles, holding your hands. “Are you hungry? The kids really wanted waffles again.” She says, you nodding in response.

You eat your food with Kit, him purposely knocking he knees with yours. You gently slap his thigh to tell him to stop, making him laugh a little. “You’re childish, Kit.” You say as you laugh too, finishing up. “Give it to me.” You say, reaching for his plate. Kit shakes his head, taking yours and washing it along with his. “No, go with Lana. They’re about to watch another movie.” He says with a smile, kissing your cheek gently. You nod and go over to them, Julia sitting in your lap to watch the movie. Lana comes back in with sweets and other things for snacks, Kit right behind her with popcorn. He sits right next to you and held your free hand, making you blush softly.

As the movie plays, Julia plays with your hair. “Miss Y/n? Do you know how to braid?” She whispers in your ear, watching you then nod. Her face brightens and she sits between your legs so you could braid her hair while watching the movie. Kit watches your hands meticulously but gently pull hair into certain places and part the hair as well. You had done small cornrows along the top of her head and stopped halfway to leave the rest of the hair out. Julia happily sat back when you finished to keep watch the movie, playing with your hair again. Kit’s hand comes up to your mouth to feed you popcorn, smiling softly as you chew. “Kettle corn.” He whispers to you, eating some himself. “I love this better than the butter popcorn.” You whisper back and steal some of his popcorn.

When the movie ended, you hear a yawn from Thomas. “Too long?” You ask him and smile softly when he nods tiredly. “It was two hours long.” Lana says, yawning a bit herself. Julia was already sleeping between you and Kit and Thomas’ head was dropping every so often. “I think they need a nap…put them in their room. The beds are already set up anyways.” Lana said. You realize that they stayed over often, seeing as the pictures on the walls were adorned with their smiling faces. You and Kit carry the kids to bed, tucking them in and shutting the door. Hearing Kit sigh, you turn to face him. “What? Why are you smiling like that?” You ask, feeling his arms wrap around you. “You’re just really good with kids.” He mumbles onto your shoulder. Pulling away slightly to hold his hand, you both walk back to Lana. “I do have a degree in teaching.” You say and you both notice that Lana was sleeping peacefully on the couch. “I guess we’re the only ones awake now.” He says and sits on the other couch after turning off the television. “I guess so…” your lips form a smile and you sit next to him. “Wanna go somewhere?” He asks, taking your hand in his. “Where? I don’t think we could go to the park.” You let out a giggle and look up at him. “Library? I haven’t been there and I heard it was nice…” he says shyly. Smiling you nod and get up quickly and quietly, leaving a note for Lana before heading out the door with him.

Holding the door for you, Kit smiles brightly, already smelling the pages a book coming from the inside. You smile back and look around at how big the place was. “Wow…where do we start?” You ask and Kit takes your hand, taking you to the fiction section. “Fantasy is my favorite.” He says, scanning the books with you. “Me too, I love the idea of there being a knight in shining armor falling in love with the cold queen.” You say and gasp quietly, taking a book out. “Little Women? I’ve wanted to read this for so long…” you say, thumbing through the pages. You hear Kit walk over to you, peering over your shoulder. “I heard its real good.” He says and takes a book out. “Dracula sounds fun. I think it’s in old english though.” He says and looks over at you, smiling softly. “Should we take these out or look for other books?” You ask him, looking over at the one in his hand. “Let’s look around more and then we can decide.” He said and looks over at the non-fiction. “Or we could stay here to look at more fun books. I don’t like science like that…” he says and you giggle quietly.

Your fingers gently graze through the pages of different books, still holding Little Women in your arms. Kit would go through many books and could’ve for the life of him pick which one he wanted. Frowning at how indecisive he was, he just picked up a random one from his small pile. “A Wizard of Earthsea…sounds good.” Kit says to himself and turns to you, letting out a small chuckle. “Just get the Little Women book. There is no use in you looking around for more.” You shyly nod and follow him around as he walked towards the librarian. Helping you both get a library card, they check the books out for you and hang them back, saying thank you for visiting. You and Kit nod and head over to the small coffee shop next door, excited about the books that were checked out.

Sitting down at one of the sofa chairs, you watch as Kit get’s coffee for himself and hot chocolate for you. You frown as to watch how flustered the woman at the counter was as he spoke. He was oblivious to how much an effect he had on people. To ignore the insecurities that started to pop up in your brain, you begin to read your book. Your mind starts to drift as you immerse yourself in the book, not noticing when Kit walks up with the drinks in his hands. “Here you go, darlin’.” He says and watches you slightly jump at his voice. “Oh, thank you.” You say, putting down your book and sipping the hot chocolate. “Sweetheart, are you okay?” He asks you, watch you frown a bit as you nod. “Yeah, why? Is it because I jumped a little? I was really into the book.” You say and watch him set down his cup, sitting next to you. “No, you just seem different. You look sad all of a sudden. I know it’s not because of the book.” He says and your eyes widen a bit.

I’m looking at you right now and I can’t even see a difference…astonishing.

Oh shut up for a second. I have to conceal this.

Conceal what? How you truly feel? Please Y/n, don’t be ridiculous. Just tell him.

No, I refuse to let this ruin me.

Y/n, you’re acting like a fool. Do as I tell you, he’s kind.

That’s the problem. He’s so kind that it attracts others much prettier than I am and you know it.

Don’t start with that.

You don’t start. We all know he’s-

“Y/n?” You blink and frown a bit. “Sorry, just a lot on my mind.” Kit shook his head and leans in a bit, cupping your cheek. “No, you went away for a second.” He says and watches you carefully.

What does he mean? I’m confused.

I don’t know…

“There! You just did it…where do you go in that pretty mind of yours?” You realize in that moment that he could see and feel you talk to someone in your mind. Shaking your head, you deny anything and just go back to reading, your palms sweating a little from nervousness. “Alright…I won’t pry.” He says and opens his own book, reading it quietly. The silence that engulfed you two was heavy and thick, you hated it.

Your mind couldn’t focus on the book anymore, making you close it and sigh softly. “Kit?” You say, looking at him. He looked frustrated as he read. “Hmm?” He hums and glanced up at you before going back to reading. “Is it good so far?” You ask, trying to ease the tension. “Yeah it’s good…I think Julia would like this when she gets older.” He says and flips the page. You nod and sip your drink, seeing a woman come up to you both. “Hello sorry to interrupt, that woman over there told me to give this to you sir.” She say and hands him a cinnamon roll. “Oh no thank you.” Kit says, flashing a smile. “I don’t eat sweets. Tell her thank you.” He says and goes back to reading as she walks away. You watched as both women speak become embarrassed, making you smirk just a little.

“Why did you lie?” You ask as you turn your attention back to Kit. “I didn’t. I don’t eat sweets…that are made from somewhere other than you.” He says and smiles again, reaching for your hand. You pull your hand away quickly and shake your head. “Don’t lie again.” You look down at your book again and try to distract yourself from Kit’s pained expression. “Are you embarrassed that I take a liking to you?” Kit watches as you shake your head. “I’m embarrassed but not because of you. I just don’t understand why a handsome young man such as yourself would want a woman who is older and less prettier than everyone else.” Turning the page, you sip the last bit of the hot chocolate. “A woman who’s…never even been kissed. Aren’t you ashamed to even be associated with someone like me? A flawed and unwanted individual.” You say, finally looking at him. His demeanor completely changed, he looked angry. “Never mind, let’s just go. I’m tired.” You say and head out the cafe door, shivering as you walk back to his car.

Stupid…I’m so fucking stupid.

You are stupid for sabotaging yourself.

Why thank you for reminding me. How sweet of you.

Anytime…Y/n just relax. You’re going to slip and fall if you keep walking this fast.

Who cares? Maybe I’ll die and not make anyone’s life worse.

Don’t you dare. Just get in the car and wait for him.

Rolling your eyes, you get to the car and sit inside, shivering still. You see Kit not long after you had arrived. “Y/n what the hell were you thinking? It’s cold and you could’ve fell.” He says as he gets in, turning the car on to warm you both up. Kit still looked angry, making you look away and just answer with nods. “Y/n look at me.” He says after a minute of silence. You hesitate as you look at him again. “What? If you’re going to argue with me again over-“

Cupping your cheeks with his cold hands, he leans in and kisses you for just a moment. Your eyes widen as he pulls away, frowning still. “Now I’m for first kiss. I’m going to be your first date, first boyfriend, first everything. I’m also going to stay that way. There won’t be another.” Leaning in, you kiss him first this time. Although you were inexperienced, he let you take the lead. The kiss was soft and filled with longing. He could feel how much you wanted to be loved just by kissing you. Your icy cold hands cup his cheeks as you deepen the kiss, feeling how much he wanted you. Pulling away before anything escalated, Kit stares at you but with a smile. “For a first time kisser, you’re quiet talented. The best kiss I’ve ever had.” He says and you hide your face. “Whatever, just drive.” You say as he does as you tell him.

In the next coming weeks, you and Kit become absolutely inseparable. Kisses and lingering touches whenever you two could get the chance to do so. Everyone knew that you two were an item, to your surprise not many people criticized you for being with him. Sighing as you get home from a date, you slip off your shoes. You were already longing for him, missing the way he looked at you. Laying in your bed after changing and showering, your mind drifts. Just then the phone rings “It’s nine…who would be calling at nine?” You get up and pick up the phone. “Hey sweetheart, I’m sorry for callin’. You were going to sleep weren’t you?” You hear Kit’s voice say. Smiling to yourself you giggle a bit. “I was…why is there anything wrong?” You hear Kit clear his throat. “No I just missed you. I’m using a pay phone because I wanted to know if I could come over actually. I know we just saw each other but…I miss you.” You could hear him smiling over the phone. Julia and Thomas were with Lana this weekend so you say yes.

Not that long after, you hear a few knocks. “Hi baby.” He says when you open the door, hugging him close. “You’re cold.” You say as he peppers your face with kisses. “Maybe a little.” He says and closes the door, taking off his coat. “We haven’t done this in a minute. It’s like a sleepover for only us.” He says and smiles as you roll your eyes. Leading him to the couch, you both cuddle while watching the late night show that was always on. “You looked so pretty today…you look even better now.” He says and gently kisses your cheek. Your face flushed and you shake your head. “Stop it…”

Your face was now inches from his; tentatively he leans in and kisses you. This time it felt different. You both were hungry for each other and it was apparent to you in the kiss. Running your fingers through his hair, he slips his tongue in and groans softly. “You’re driving me crazy…” he mumbles into the kiss and smirks when you giggle a bit. His kisses moves down to your neck, licking and gently sucking to not make a mark. Your body felt like it was on fire each time he kisses you. “Kit wait-“ you say and you both look at each other. His pupils were blown out and filled with lust and love. As he stares at you more he realizes your dilemma. “We don’t have to, Y/n.” Kit’s hands gently caress your cheeks as you thought it over. “I want to but I don’t know anything…” all he does is smile and say, “no problem. It’s all about you anyways.”

Kit stands and gently takes your hand, kissing it before letting you lead him to your bedroom. You sigh in bliss as his hands graze your skin, taking off your night gown. Kit smiles and kisses you again, his fingers still grazing your back, making you shiver. As you two kiss and giggle in between each others lips, you pull off his shirt. His lips move once again to your neck as he unclips your bra, hearing your breath hitch. He feels your hands moving towards your chest to cover yourself, smiling softly still. “It’s only me, sweetheart.” He says and pulls off his pants. “I’ll take everything off first, would that make it better?” He asks. “A little…” you watch as he pulls off the final article of clothing off. Your cheeks flush pink and you uncover yourself, letting yourself be vulnerable. Kit looks at you for permission before leaning down and taking a nipple into his mouth, rolling his tongue over it while massaging the other breast. “You’re so beautiful…” he mumbles as your fingers run through his hair, letting out small whines of pleasure. Your body was on fire again and you let him pull off your panties, blushing more as you hear him groan at the sight of your wet folds.

“My perfect girl…” his words trailed off as he steps closer to you, holding you close as he kisses your pretty soft lips. He never got tired of kissing you, the way your fingers would tug at his hair made him drunk. Gently pushing you on the bed, he kisses your legs, trailing up to your inner thighs. “Kit…” you say shyly, wanting the bed to swallow you hole under his burning gaze. Kit looks up at you with a smile as he lays a kiss on your clit. “You’re so pretty…everything you have is pretty.” His breath on your pussy made you clench around nothing, making him chuckle. His tongue circles around your clit in slow movements, making you whine and arch your back. Beginning to lap at your folds and moan, his arms make your pretty, thick thighs rest on his shoulders. Your moans get higher in pitch and louder as you get more comfortable, getting closer by the minute. Suckling softly on your clit, you feel his index finger circle around your tight hole. Looking up at you for your permission, he sinks his finger in. Pumping his finger slowly as he laps at your clit makes your legs shake with pleasure. Pushing another digit in, he curls his fingers and watches as you get closer to being undone. “One more baby, wait until I have one more in okay?” He says encouragingly as he stretched you out with his fingers. “Good girl.” Kit mumbles onto your pussy, growing more hungry for your taste. When he feels you’re ready, he slips in one more and pumps them in at a faster pace, coming up from between your thighs to kiss your breasts. Your moans grow louder, holding onto his free arm as your get close. “Are you gonna cum for me sweetheart?” His pace going faster as he feels you tighten around his fingers. “Yes! Yes please, Kit…don’t stop please!” You moan out. Your legs start shaking more as your orgasm comes full force, moaning loudly as you do. Kit groans as he rides out your high, pulling out his fingers. “Look at the mess you made, darlin’.” He says and kisses your lips. “Did so good for me, think you can handle more?” He asks and watches as you nod eagerly.

Moving himself in between your legs, he sucks on his fingers. “You taste so good, baby.” He whispers in your ear, making you hide your face in his neck and shake your head. “Shut up…” you mumble and feel him move to see you. “Are you ready baby?” He asks, gently caressing your cheek. You nod and watch as he spits on his free hand, stroking himself slowly. You hear him groan softly as he teases himself on your pussy. “Kit…cmon.” You whine and make him chuckle, sinking in his tip. Kit feels you tense as you wrap your arms around him. “You alright?” He asks, gently caressing your body as he keeps going. You nod but stay silent, making him cup your cheeks and kiss you, trying to aid the slight pinch your feeling. After a minute he feels you roll your hips, making you both moan. “That’s my girl.” He says and slowly rolls his hips with you, feeling your pussy clench around him in pleasure. Your moans make him dizzy, the feeling of your nails grazing his back make him want to go faster. When you start begging him to go faster, he barely holds back. His thrusts make you feel euphoric as you arch your back, him taking a nipple into his mouth again. “Kit please don’t stop!” You say as he goes harder. His groans slowly fill the room along with yours, his arms holding you close as he fucks you. “Kit I’m close-“ you moan out when he pounds into your pussy a bit harder, making your toes curl. “Cum for me baby, do it please…fuck!”

Kit’s moans get louder with your own as you both reach that sweet bliss. Cumming around his cock, you whine as you feel him cum inside you. You both still as you both start come down from your highs once again. Your mind was foggy but you could hear him praising you and could feel him kiss your neck softly. “You did so good for me, baby. I love you so much…” he mumbles and holds you impossibly closer. You whine as he pulls out, shushing you with a kiss. “Hold on pretty, let me get us cleaned up okay?” He gets up and quickly goes to your bathroom, getting a warm wet cloth. As he gets that, you think to yourself. There was no way you just did that. Is this what people meant when they said that sex was great? Either way, you were glad it was with Kit. Coming back into the room, he cleans you up and kisses you everywhere. You reach for him and he obliged, pulling you close to him. “Kit…that was..well-“ you cut yourself off with a giggle. “I love you…” you say to him, laying your head on his chest. “I love you way more baby. I’m never letting you go.” He said.

And he meant every word he said.

Authors Note: im sorry that this isn’t proofread, i literally had no time to do so 💔💔 i hope you guys enjoyed the absolutely horrendous smut at the end but like i tried okay? i’ll get better i suppose 😰

Again, ignored.

“Babyyy, please.  You’ve been workin’ all day, sugar.  Talk to me.”

You looked up from your paperwork, sighing.  “Kit, I’m almost done.  I promise—”

“—what’s so important that you gotta ignore me, sweetheart?” he asked, taking the seat beside of you at the dining room table.

“Uh, my job—“

“—ouch,” he sucked in a breath through his teeth.  He watched you, leaning back in the chair he now sat at.  “That one hurt, sugar.”

You fought back the urge to roll your eyes.  “Stop it.”

“Stop what?”

“Kit.”

“Seriously, darlin’.  What am I doin’?”

“You know exactly what you’re doing.”

“Mm, would I ask you if I knew what I was doin’?”

“Kit,” you let your pencil drop and you quickly turned to face him.  “Stop it or I’ll fight you.”

Kit began to grin.  “Stop what.”

“Kit.”

“I’m serious!”

“Oh my God,” you squeezed your eyes shut for a moment.  “What do you want?”

“Your attention, please.”

You pinched the bridge of your nose.  “God, you’re just like a—you’re just like a kid.  I swear.”

“Tellin’ me I’m like a kid, but callin’ me God?  How’s that work out, darlin’?”

“Kit, I swear to God.”

“You’re swearin’ to me, now?  Is that allowed?”

“Holy shit.”