#past problems

These sheets are too silky, too soft, too… too much? 

Your hotel bed sheets would’ve been more gritted, maybe would've caught on your skin while you tossed and turned throughout the night. Gaze across the dimmed room at your sleeping baby's face, cherub cheek squished against the low thread count pillow. 

Instead of lying on your back and staring at the ceiling fan on a low hum, you laid in a pitch black room. 

A large california king four poster bed, sleek black wood. An abundance of silky pillows that cupped the back of your head, enough room for you to spread your legs before brushing a cold calf of another person. 

Snoring like a buzzsaw going through a plank of wood, followed by snorting that could wake the dead. 

Even a black shade over his eyes, smelling like burgemont and cloves. Too good for a man who spent a good quarter of your life making it a living hell. 

God, you remembered what it was like falling asleep with him when you were younger. 

He was riddled with night terrors, waking up screaming so loudly he burst blood vessels in both his eyes. While you were so tired from medications to keep you asleep through the ramblings. 

Throwing punches in his sleep, walking around your dorm room in the dead of night. Pushing open doors to rooms that were locked, once he was almost arrested for trying to get in someone’s room when you burst out and woke him. 

Having to wrap your arms and legs around him to calm him down, don’t ever wake a sleep walker. 

You turned your head to look at him now, older. Wiser, softer even, when you thought he would be a jagged mess of what he once was. 

As bruised and bloodied as his under eyes betrayed the first few mornings you were at Niagara. 

He looked so defeated. 

But now, you saw the profile of a man who was sleeping serenely. Calm and collected, aside from forgetting to invest in a breathe-right nasal strip for his fucking snoring. 

You signed, slapping your palms over the covers in a huff. You couldn’t sleep, not with the earlier events of the evening playing on repeat in your mind. 

The cheek kisses, calling you Angel by mistake, Nyx dropping daddy on him. 

You used to be his saviour, his miracle, his angel. Sent down to help him become someone worth living, he would whisper it between showering your lips with kisses at the end of every night. 

Pressing you up against the flimsy wall of your first apartment together, hiking up your leg to wrap around his hip before grinding down. 

Angel-my love-my perfect one. 

I love you so much. 

Don’t ever forget that, no matter what happens. 

You remember what he did when you found out Nyx's gender, he got down on his knees. Gripping your sides with the shakiest of hands and ripping your shirt over the barely there bump. 

Pressing featherlight kisses to the stretching skin while silent tears fell from his eyes. 

Another gift. 

You took a sharp breath, snapped out of it by a particularly harsh snort. Kylos head whipped to the left, the black silky covering his eyes staring straight through you. 

A small fingertip came up to caress his cheek, Nyx looked so much like him. Your heart thundered in your chest as you smoothed over his jaw, towards the sharp angle of sunken flesh. 

Dusted pink and purple from how deep it cut through flesh and bone, right under the eye shade. And across his right brow, you traced the line softly. Wishing you had been there when it happened, like when all his previous injuries happened. 

When Kylo was younger, he had fallen in with the wrong crowd. Calling you one night and explaining he had been stabbed and had to go to the hospital. 

You drove there shaking, in your tiny college car. Barely knowing him other than the first few weeks of steady fucking, he was in an alleyway across town. Back behind a dumpster, his black tank top was soaked with blood and he was paler than usual. 

You’d helped him to the hospital, held his hand while he got stitches. Pretending like he wasn’t crying when they asked for his emergency contact and he had no one, not even a sibling or cousin who could be called about the attack. 

He was alone, except for you. 

“Stoppit,” Kylo grumbled in his sleep, twitching his cheek, “Itches when you touch.” 

“Sorry,” you whispered, petting his cheek one more time before settling back down. 

He sniffled loudly, pulling away his mask before blinking a few times. Locking eyes and sighing before he moved his cheek away from your fingers. 

“Why are you still awake?” 

You shrugged, moving to touch him again. “How’d you get this, Ky?” 

“Will knowing make you fall asleep?” 

“I don’t know…” 

Kylo hummed, rubbing his face and massaging the scar in question. Sighing once more, “I got in a fight…” 

You rolled your eyes, rolling to your side so your body faced his. “Obviously, how else would someone get a scar like that?” 

He shot you a glare. 

“When did it happen? You didn’t have it-“ you stopped, not wanting to taint the mood with the memory of you leaving. 

“About two years after you left,” he scratched his cheek, “Wasn’t a fun day.” 

“I bet…” 

Kylo rolled closer to you, enough for you to really take stock of the scar. How jarred and deep it really was, had to hurt badly and clearly he didn’t take care of it when it happened. Your hand came up aside from him flinching slightly and started touching it again. 

Softly kneading the muscles of his cheek, “What happened, Kylo?” 

“I got in a fight,” he started again, “And it was with my old man, about a week before he passed away. It festered and pussed and bruised because I didn’t let anyone take care of it until I had to go to his funeral with my eye closed shut from infection.” 

“Oh shit-Han did that?” 

He made a noncommittal noise, moving his face from you again. “Wasn’t his fault, he tried to apologise for it afterwards but I was so mad. All I could think about was how no one cared about me, how my own father scarred me because he was afraid of what I might do.” 

“I care about you,” you whispered softly. 

“Not then,” he whispered back, eyes turning glassy like your own, “You weren’t there, and that’s all I could think about. How if you were there you would’ve told me that it made me handsome, and that it was okay, and you would’ve helped me clean it or bring a sorry present to him. But you weren’t there, and that broke me.” 

“Kylo,” you took a sharp inhale, launching forward and into his chest. Wrapping your arms around his neck and proceeding to cry into his skin. “I’m-so sorry, I’m so sorry, I-I” 

“I know you are.” 

Big hands cradled your skull, rocking the two of you back and forth in a tight embrace of tears and apologies. You pressed soft kisses along his cheek, running up and down the length of the scar. Pulling back to search his eyes, you whispered, “Will you kiss me?” 

Kylo took a deep breath, sharp enough for you to feel the air sucked from your lungs. Licking his lips before glancing at yours, open and waiting for an answer. 

“Please-“ 

Sealing your own with his, he stopped your plead. Both of you inhaled sharply at the first taste in so long. A tongue licking at your lips for entrance, you opened slightly. Choking a little from the tears mixed with passion, Kylos tongue plunged inside. 

The taste was sharp and absolutely perfect, you moaned. 

Throwing your arms around his neck, Kylos left hand cradled your skull. Keeping you still while you moaned in bliss, other gliding down your cheek to your jaw and neck. Squeezing slightly, you gasped, lips pulling away with a string of spit connecting, “Fuck, Kylo-I…” 

“I know,” he whispered again, pushing you into the mattress softly as he climbed over you. “It’s alright, it’s going to be alright.” 

You nodded, “I need-“ 

Kylos body pressed into yours, the weight a comfort that you desperately needed. Digging into his bare shoulders while you kissed at his lips over and over. It was what you craved, wanting everything he could give you. 

His hand left your throat, slipping under the covers stretching to the hem of your nightgown. Tugging it up over your hips, you whined and lifted to help him on his quest. The touch of his fingertips hot on your cold skin, sending sparks of arousal through you until it gathered at your center. 

You pulled back from showering his face, breathing hot on his lips. “Take me, I need you,” you whispered, opening your legs to make room for him. Moaning when his fingers slipped under your panties, meeting your wetness that had gathered. 

He groaned at the first touch, sliding through your folds to your clit. Swiping in a tight circle, “I need you too, I’ve needed you for so long…” 

Slipping your thumbs under your panties, tugging them off your jelly legs while his lips sucked on your collarbone. Harsh and wet, “Fuck,” you cried out. Legs falling open as wide as you could. 

Kylos hand slicked from your arousal sunk inside you, thick against your tight walls. You cried, tucking your face into his outstretched neck while he laved at your chest. Two fingers joining the wetness, you felt them slide in and out, deep as he could get to his knuckles. 

Slamming into your cunt, you gasped louder and louder and louder before Kylos lips left you. Pulling back onto his knees, wet fingers to his lips, “You better be quiet,” he warned, “I don’t need Nyx waking up to her mother being a slut for her daddy.” 

You flushed, embarrassment flooding your bones but also simmering arousal at his threat. Whispering back at him, “I’ll be good, I’ll be good for you…” 

“Good girl,” Kylo purred. 

Moving between your legs with ease, you watched him slip his hand into his sleep pants. Tugging out his hard cock, sliding his wet digits over the length. You shimmied your body down towards him, moving your arms out of the infuriatingly slippery nightgown. 

Stripping bare for him, you reveled in his eyes dancing over your form. Focusing on your bare breasts swinging as you threw the nightgown across the bedroom. You fell back into the pillows, sighing softly as Kylo crawled closer. 

Propping your thighs to sprawl around his hips, you felt the head of his cock slip through your folds. Prodding at your entrance softly, dipping into your honey pot only an inch before slapping at your clit. 

Shushing your whimpers, gathering your wrists in his hand above your head. Pinning you down before he pushed inside, “Fuck-you’re always so tight for me.” 

“Just for you,” you cooed, straining to touch his body as he began thrusting. 

Setting a punishing pace, Kylo leaned over your shaking form. Teeth bared and groaning as the tip grazed your deepest parts, hooking towards the front wall to skim over your spot. Sending shockwaves of pleasure behind your eyes, you cried out at a hard thrust, “Oh please-please can I cum?” 

He nodded, gripping your waist hard before he pulled out. Whining loudly and launching towards him, “Hey, I was close!” 

“Shut up, you’ll finish,” he growled, tugging at himself a few times while you panted. Kylo throes your wrists back before smirking at your irritated scowl, “Flip over, I want to fuck you so hard you wake up our daughter.” 

You chuckled, scrambling on all fours and sighing as he slipped right back in. 

“Someone thinks highly of himself…” 

———— 

Kylo had to muffle her mouth with three of his fingers, lodged down her tight throat so she would stop screaming. 

Never had he worked up such a sweat from fucking someone, his back a sneeze away from spasming while he plowed her into oblivion.

Slobber coating one of the pillows now on the floor, along with the remnants of sheets that were covered by her squirt when he hit a particularly sensitive spot. Clenching his teeth while she constricted around his cock like a heavenly kiss, he saw stars when he came. 

Filling her deep and to the brim, the sheer white glimmer shining in the darkness of the room. 

He lapped it up with his flat tongue, savoring the taste of their combined juices. Covering his face before finally kissing her kitten soft lips, mewling before slumbering down into her pillows. 

Kylos never felt so stated. 

Happy, even! 

Like all the uncertainty of the world came crashing down as their lips finally touched. And he missed her, oh he missed her. Even with her right next to him, he needed to feel her. 

Coiling around her form into the early morning sun that streamed through the curtains. Kylo stared at her face, delicate and furrowed in concentration, whatever dream she’d been having causing her focus to wane from their passionate affair. 

He glanced under the covers, sighing contentedly at her nude form. This he could get used to, her rising and falling breasts, nipples tightening as the silk sheet slips over them. 

Kylo thought about leaning over and suckling one into his mouth, waking her up with his tongue swirling around the tight buds. Maybe she would reward him with a well deserved blow job, thinking about it made him chub up a little under the cover. 

But no, he glanced at his phone, propped up on a stand to see the time. 

7:30 AM. 

Nyx would be awake soon, wanting and begging for attention. He had gotten so lucky she was sleepy last night when the ghosts of his past showed up at dinner. And Katie being a bitch with her declaration of wanting him as a boyfriend, he shuddered at the thought. 

Looking back down at (Y/N)s sleeping face for reassurance, maybe… just maybe, he could ask her if she’d like to throw a label on the arrangement? 

He had tried to push her for what she wanted in the past and she was against him talking about the future. But that was before she came crawling to his house, without his prompting! And made her way back into his soul, there was no turning back after last night. 

Kylo was sure of it. 

He placed a soft kiss on her forehead, whispering that he would be back before rolling out of bed. 

Usually, his mornings consisted of him getting up for a jog in his home gym. Followed by lifting weights for an hour, maybe an hour and a half depending on his sleep. Second jog around the parks across from the building, stop for coffee, and come up to a pre-made breakfast of nine eggs with only two yolks and a smoothie. 

But he had to forget that plan, because he opened the hallway door and was met with the grumpy face of his child. 

Little arms crossed over her princess pajama chest, hair messed up like she slept for a thousand years. 

“Hello, Nyx.” 

She glared at him, “Where’s mommy?” 

He sighed, running a hand through his hair, “She’s asleep.” 

“Why?” 

“Because she’s tired,” from a long night, he thought about adding. But didn’t want to explain what that meant to a five year old. Blanching at the thought of ever having to explain it to her… 

He shook himself, hands on his hips to stare her down with a taste of her own medicine. “Would you like some chocolate chip pancakes?” 

———— 

“Are you sure you’re going to be okay?” 

Kylo rolled his eyes, seated on his black couch with Nyx climbing all over his lap. Not really paying attention to the cartoons he turned on, he even had to pay for the specific channel for her and here she was not appreciating it. 

He grunted as her knee went into his side, grabbing at her waist to hold her down. She was filthy too, still in her pajamas like he was, and smeared in the chocolate he stupidly fed her. 

Her mom stood to the side, eying the two of them with suspicion. Brushing back her done hair and checking inside her purse, “I won’t be back until tomorrow morning, so I need to be sure you don’t need Vic or Rose to come get her.” 

Kylo scoffed, covering Nyxs ears aside from her high pitched whine, “She’s my daughter-I don’t need another man being her caretaker.” 

They squinted at one another before Nyx wrestled off his lap and fell towards the coffee table. Beginning her cries, “Mommy I don’t want you to go…” Kylos heart broke. 

He didn’t want her to leave either, utterly confused how to deal with his daughter alone. In his own house… what would he do? It wasn’t kid proofed at all. 

He had stubbed his toe on a table leg last week, glancing down at the bruising digit before clearing his throat again. 

“Nyx, it’ll be alright. I can take you shopping and maybe get some new things to show mommy when she’s back. Okay?” 

Her eyes lit up, jackpot. Such a spoiled demon he had, an excellent treat for him to exploit. Nyx scrambled back into his lap, another knee now in his gut while she climbed over his shoulder and proceeded to bounce. 

(Y/N) chuckled while Kylo groaned at the awkward pressure, moving to the other side of the couch to kiss Nyxs chubby cheeks a few times dramatically, “You have fun with Kylo okay? And be an extra good girl for me, so he doesn’t kick us out next time.” 

She grinned at that, “Okay, mommy!” 

Kylo looked over his shoulder at her, watching while she wrestled with a way to say goodbye. Could they kiss in front of Nyx? Would she think it was weird? He wasn’t sure-but then his cheeks were grabbed by her hands and she planted a hot kiss on his lips. 

Popping obscenely in his child’s ear, he could feel the red lipstick she wore smeared over his own. 

He swallowed harshly, voice croaking, “See you tomorrow?” 

A nod, followed by another quick kiss and she was out the doorway. 

Kylo was in heaven, truly floating while Nyx rested in his lap to watch the TV. Humming some tune of whatever they were watching before her little voice caught his attention. 

“Why’d mommy kiss you, Kylo?” 

His heart stopped, what do you tell a five year old? Do you try and explain the process of their relationship? Or lie and say everyone does it? He doesn’t want her trying to kiss everyone she sees just because he told her it was okay… 

“Is it because mommy is your girlfriend?” Her voice teased. Nyxs little head leaned back on his shoulder, peering up at him with mock disgust. 

Perfect, she knows sarcasm now. 

He sighed, standing up with her wrapped in his arms and started walking towards the bedrooms. They both stunk and needed to get dressed for the day, Kylo set her down at her doorway. 

“Yes, mommy is my girlfriend Nyx.” 

———— 

Five year olds aren’t fit to dress themselves. 

They are barely fit enough to respect personal boundaries, or space, or any decency whatsoever. Kylo learned very quickly that Nyx was not equipped to handle any tasks other than getting the bare minimum done. 

He was just finishing shaving his face when she kicked in the bathroom door in just a t-shirt and her underwear. Thank god, Kylo had the blade down or else he would’ve slit his throat. 

Quickly rushing her out of his bedroom with the promise of candy, Nyx led him to her suitcase which had been ripped open and strewn across the bedroom. 

Kylo sighed at the display, resigned to buying her all new clothes throughout the day. He grabbed out some black leggings, and tried to pair it with a maroon sweater her mom packed. Another layer would be better since it was cold out, so he fished out a tan cardigan that she could wear too. 

Nyx followed him back into his bedroom complaining about her wet mess of hair. Kylo dragged a chair into the bathroom, forcing her to sit still while he brushed through it. 

Mumbling out small apologies when he yanked too hard. Nyx hummed and mumbled while he brushed away her baby hairs, content to feel her soft hair through his fingers. 

Something he thought he’d never have the chance to touch just four months ago… 

After braiding her hair, thanks to Leia for teaching him when he was younger, he wrapped her in a warm coat and pulled on his own. 

“Okay Nyx,” he held out his hand, “Hold my hand and don’t run away, we are walking to a few stores.” 

“Okay, where are we going?” 

Kylo locked his front door, slipping his pinkie and ring finger into her small palm. Rubbing her knuckles with his oversized thumb, “Just a couple places, okay? You’ll get something from each one.” 

“Can we get toys? Auntie Rose's place has toys…” 

The elevator dinged on the bottom floor, Kylo gripped Nyx tighter. Walking out into the shiny lobby of his building, giving a very glances towards his neighbors who seemed shocked to see a child with him. 

Kylo was sure it was a sight to see. 

“Alright,” he pulled Nyx closer to his form, the streets were bustling with people and he was momentarily considering bringing a dog leash to reign her in. “Can you stay right by me the whole time?” 

“Yes,” she nodded. 

“And be a good girl and listen to me?” 

Another nod. 

“Okay, let’s go write some checks.” 

——— 

“Nyx,” Kylo hissed for the fiftieth time, “Stop touching everything.” 

She glared over her shoulder, reaching out with a steady fingertip to touch the expensive gown in front of her. 

He did not break eye contact, she would not win this. The saleswoman would just have to wait, “Nyx.” 

“What?” 

The sass, he growled, ripping off another check to hand to the waiting hands of whatever her name was. Again, not blinking at his monster of a daughter, “Stop. It.” 

“Stop what?” 

Kylo raised a brow, “Do you still want ice cream today?” 

“Yes, please.” 

“Then get your dirty ass finger off that dress.” 

——— 

"Somehow I'm writing the checks and I'm wrong?" that's kylo all this chapter

“I asked you to make a family dinner.” 

“Yes sir.” 

Kylo sighed into his phone, rubbing his temples, “A family dinner, something a family would eat.” 

“Yes sir?” 

“A family,” he enunciated again, “Like macaroni and cheese or something.” 

A pause. 

“Oh.” 

“So why, why am I looking at two rare steaks, a bottle of red wine under candlelight and roasted vegetables?” 

Another pause. 

“We thought you said a familiar dinner sir…” 

“Good god.” 

Nyx groaned from the living room, she was hungry and hadn’t shut up about it for the past half an hour since they got back from shopping. Playing half heartedly with her new toys that were thrown all around. 

Including a gigantic coloring set he bought her after she tried pocketing some crayons, slapping her little hand away caused her to break into tears. He had to cradle her like a small baby in a few stores, which he didn’t mind. 

Made him sad, wishing he was there in the early days so he could’ve held her when she was still small. 

Now she was home and demanding food, Kylo stared into the dim living room. A cartoon playing on his flatscreen once again, even though there was a big MMA fight tonight that he wanted to watch desperately. 

Maybe he could get her to fall asleep quickly so he could catch the end of it. Could be worth a shot! 

“I’m sorry,” he hollered towards her, catching a death glare, “There’s no food ready unless you want vegetables!” 

“Ew!” 

“That’s what I thought,” he mumbled to himself. Resigned to ordering take-out from his phone, he sent a message to the chef to ensure he wasn’t mad. But would have the delicious food bagged for later, maybe Nyx's mom would eat it with him. 

After placing an order with a local restaurant, something called Chick Fil A? They had mac and cheese for Nyx and he wouldn’t mind a chicken burger from a greasy place. 

Kylo went to sit with Nyx, watching her color in and out of the lines on her princess coloring book. Singing along to her TV show, he leaned forward to look at it. 

She was coloring someone named Elsa, with a long blue gown on her and bright blonde hair. Probably was cold in that outfit for the snow, he hummed at the thought. 

“Can you show me what you colored,” Kylo prompted, wanting to be included in his daughter's little world. 

Nyx nodded eagerly, “Okay, daddy.” 

He inhaled sharply, fuck. She needed to stop calling him that before he burst into tears, he wasn’t sure why she was. He had been completely covert with calling her his daughter… kinda. 

“This is princess Moana,” she pointed to another page with a small piglet on it. Flipping to the other, “And sleeping beauty.” 

“Does she like to sleep?” 

Nyx rolled her eyes, “Of course, pay attention.” 

Kylo smirked, edging closer to the end of his seat cushion. Placing a tentative hand on her back, rubbing in a soft circle that she pressed into. 

Physical affection-oh he craved it from his little demon. 

“Show me some more, baby.” 

Nyx looked at him strangely, before showing him more drawings. Explaining to him all of the different men and women in the books, telling him her favorite colors that she’d used. 

Kylos fingers inched towards the TV remote while she spoke. Flipping her braids back and forth, she wasn’t paying attention to it. He could keep the fight on low and she wouldn’t notice. 

Knock Knock Knock. 

“Foods here,” he jumped off the couch. Followed quickly by the pitter patter of Nyx's bare feet on the hardwood. 

She helped him unpack everything, being extra careful with her bowl of mac and cheese. It admittedly smelled good, and he let her take the spoils to the floor by her coloring. Plopping down on the couch next to her, Kylo took a bite of his burger. 

“Hey baby,” he tried the nickname out again, Nyx looked at him with almost full concentration. Kylo swallowed his bite, “Can daddy watch a show he likes?” 

Nyx thought for a moment, dramatically chewing on her spoon. He held her glare, chewing in slow bites while they stared each other down. 

She groaned dramatically, “Fine…” 

Kylo grinned, quickly changing the channel to the MMA network. He turned it down low enough that he could still hear but not ruin Nyx with scenes of violence. 

“Scoot,” Nyx moved into his space. Nudging his legs apart with her shoulder, Kylo gave her a confused look. Which she ignored and wiggled her way between Kylos knees. Sitting nestled with shoulders on his shins, “What is this?” 

He looked down between his legs, met with her wide eyes and soft face. Looking at him like he was the center of her universe, her daddy. 

“This is daddy’s favourite sport, want to learn about it?” 

———— 

Okay so… showing Nyx MMA fights wasn’t a great idea. 

At around midnight she zonked out in his lap, while he tried to stay quiet as the fights raged on. Yawning with her during the first few rounds, but he was determined to stay awake. 

And when it finally came time to go to bed, he carried her to her room until she woke up in absolute tears. Yelling for her daddy to come read her a story, she was scared of the dark in there and didn’t have her nightlight. 

Kylo didn’t have any books, he kicked himself over that fact while he tried to make up a story on the fly. Failing miserably and getting bullied by his daughter, when she finally agreed to go to sleep under one condition. 

She got to sleep in his bed. 

Once again, he laid with her. 

Nyx was surrounded by pillows and snoring loudly next to him, while he watched her sleep. Fighting off his own dreams just so he could watch her in peace. It was a miracle, she was everything to him. He couldn’t deny it any longer, brushing away some of her dark hair from her face. 

Kylo leaned over her, listening to her breathing before he whispered in his softest voice. 

“I love you, Nyx. I wish I could’ve been there while you grew up. Sleep well, my baby.” 

He placed a kiss on her forehead, finally content to fall asleep. 

———— 

“It’s not a fair fight if you tackle it from a running start Nyx.” 

Kylo called from the couch, chewing through his cereal loudly while his daughter darted behind him. Bare feet slapping on the floor while she barrelled towards her target, definitely wasn’t a good idea to show her MMA. 

Because all the stuffed animals he bought her yesterday were now victims of her wrath. Throwing down while he counted out one-two-three-Knock out! 

What? He had to indulge her. 

He was watching her so she was safe enough, there wasn’t anything dangerous for her to launch at. So Kylo kept chewing away, oblivious to the door to his apartment opening while Nyx brought her giant stuffed frog into the middle of the living room. 

“Okay,” she set it down, “Are you watching me?” 

“Yes,” he side eyed her, resigned to not getting to watch the news like he wanted too. His daughter needed him, apparently. 

Kylo chewed some more, watching her climb onto a leather arm chair, her little toes spreading on the black. So focused on her toy frog, she smacked on her elbow dramatically. 

“Okay-one-two-three!” 

“Nyx!” 

Kylo jumped from the couch, spilling his cereal bowl all over his front and onto the floor. While Nyx jumped onto her stuffed animal behind him, squealing with glee. 

Her mother, so wonderfully early, was standing in the living room. Heels tapping on the ground and glaring with wild eyes at the two of them. Kylo gulped loudly, shirt sticking to his skin from the milk. 

“Mommy!” 

Nyx yelled from over his shoulder, unmoving from her tackle spot. Kylo cleared his throat, “You-you’re early?” 

“Yeah,” she clicked her tongue, moving to reveal another person behind her. Two persons to be exact, Vicrul and Rose. 

Kylos cheeks flushed red from embarrassment, here he was covered in food while his daughter was wrestling a stuffed animal on the dirty floor. Both still in pajamas! 

“Nyx-what are you doing?” her eyebrow cocked, moving again to look at their child. 

Kylo dared to look too, scratching his wet chest from anxiety as he saw her splayed on the frog. Softly punching it in the nose over and over, “I’m wrestling, Mommy.” 

“Are you? Because that’s not what wrestling looks like… it seems like you’re hitting that poor thing.” 

“Yeah but that’s what they do, Kylo taught me last night.” 

Fuck. 

“No-I didn’t teach her how to punch,” he quickly stuttered. Moving around towards Nyx, he grasped her punching fist and pulled her onto her feet as gently as possible. 

She whined at that, trying to pull away from him but he was ready to pass out from embarrassment. He should've sent her to bed last night-not let her watch the violent TV fight. 

“Did you let her watch the fights last night?” Rose's voice teased, Kylo tensed at the sound of it. Tone clipped as he gripped Nyx's fist, “No.” 

“I watched the men hit each other last night, and then I slept with mommy’s boyfriend.” 

Everyone stopped, looking down at her grinning face smiling up at Kylo. He was mortified. 

“Boyfriend?” everyone echoed in unison. 

Kylo coughed a little, “She laid with me last night, she wouldn’t go to bed because she was scared…” 

“Because of the fights,” Vicrul added, unhelpfully. 

He nodded a little, tugging Nyx towards his side. Kylo waited to look at her mother, worried she might be mad he had called himself her boyfriend. Would she ask about it? Would she think he was weird for sleeping in the same bed as Nyx again? 

So many questions… 

“Nyx, baby, can mommy talk to her boyfriend for a minute?” 

———

Boyfriend? Boyfriend? 

Boyfriend? 

You were puzzled, trying to compose yourself as you dragged Kylo to another room. Away from the mess, and Nyx and her godparents. Rose and Vicrul could watch her while you set the record straight. 

What was the record? 

You contemplated it while you shut the door to the bathroom, met with Kylos inflamed cheeks and the sorriest look on his stupid handsome face. 

“Look I-“ 

“Why did-“ 

You both paused, Kylo wiped his hair from his face. “I’ll let you go first…” 

“Okay,” you took a deep breath, “Well-hi.” 

“Hi.” 

“I missed you,” you poked at his stomach shyly. “I came back early to see you, and Nyx.” 

He blushed more, looking away from you and puffing his cheeks. 

You went on, “Why'd you say you were my boyfriend? And we need to agree on co-sleeping because she didn’t have that problem until you came around. She’s so much like you in that way…” 

“I had to explain why you kissed me,” he rubbed his cheek, “I didn’t want her confused and asking me about it all day…” 

“Why didn't you just ask me?” 

He paused, finally making eye contact with you. Puzzled at your questioning, you reached forward. Brushing a hand along his arm until you grabbed his unsteady fingers, intertwined with your own. “Why didn’t you just ask me to be your girlfriend?” 

“I…” he stopped again, looking down at your fingers before smirking, “I don’t know what to say.” 

You smiled, nodding your head forward to urge him on, it was just like when you were younger. After fucking for months he still had cold feet asking you out. He stumbled and stuttered over it while standing at foot of your dorm building stairs one evening. Sweating while his friends tried to keep him calm, practically throwing a bouquet of flowers at you before hissing out that he wanted you to be his forever. 

You slid up close to him, gagging slightly at his wet shirt that would surely start to smell, you set your hands on his shoulders. Giving him an encouraging smile, “Do you want me to be your girlfriend, Kylo?” 

He blushed again, looking away from you and sucking the inside of his cheek. You slipped fingers to his shirt collar, touching his skin before leaning on your tip toes. Brushing your lips along his jawline, a little bit of stubble growing that scratched you. Kylos lips passed over your forehead, taking a deep breath that shook the both of you, “I would like that, very much.” 

“Okay,” you whispered, giddy on the inside but trying to play it cool. You could freak out about it later with Rose… 

Kylos hands found home on your waist, squeezing tightly and lifting you to press against the back wall of the bathroom. Pressed between a towel rack and the open doorway, you whimpered as his body ground into you. Hips slotting together in harmony, Kylo groaned in your ear, pressing a few small kisses to your cheek and temple before sighing. “Do you like that? Like being my girlfriend?” 

You nodded, hands skating up and down to play with his throat and then collarbone. Nails clipping the skin a few times while he hissed in your ear. You liked it, liked it very much, your lizard brain basking in the sun of his adulation. 

“Yes-I do, I’ve wanted it-ever since I saw you again.” 

He groaned long and loud, cupping your ass with one hand before sliding the other down the front of your blouse. Yanking it from your belted waist, you hooked your ankles behind the small of his back. Grinding on the tent in his pajama bottoms, he huffed into your hair, “Me too-fuck… I missed you so much.” 

You yanked the hem of your skirt over the swell of your hips, tight around your midsection but you needed to relieve the pressure between your legs. Cotton underwear pressing incessantly on your hardening clit, Kylos clothed cock slid up and down your slit. 

“Just a little,” he whispered, “Let me put just the tip in.” 

Nodding, you swiped your underwear to the side, revealing your aching pussy. Fumbling forward while he balanced you on the wall, you pulled his cock out of his pants. Red with want, you spat on your hand, smearing it along his length as best you could. Being sure to coat the head thoroughly, slipping down to your waiting entrance. 

Wet, toes curling in your heels as he popped inside you. Gasping, “Fuck, more Kylo…” 

You closed your eyes, humming as he plunged in deeper. Both of you sucked in a breath as he seated himself fully, “I can’t, baby,” your lips met hungrily, Kylo rested his forehead on yours, “I promise I will later, but we have our baby to look after today.” 

“Yeah I know but I need you-please…” 

A small thrust, jolting your head to slam back into the wall with a thud. You giggled a little before slinging your arm around his neck. Kylo kissed your forehead, softly thrusting inside you, barely moving more than an inch. Deep pressure that settled in your gut like a rock, you tightened around him. 

You moaned again, “Yessss…” 

He huffed against your sweating skin, thrusting shallowly inside you. Bumping you against the wall in a soft thud, you clutched just shoulders. Digging in through the fabric as you leaned forward. Bringing your lips to suction to his throat, echoing a moan when you made contact. 

Kylo choked as you ran your teeth across his skin, voice booming in your ear, “Jesus-fuck angel, I’m gonna cum.” He ground inside you hard, rumbling around your sensitive walls over and over in small circles. You squelched around his length, holding on for dear life. 

You wanted his cum-you’d been thinking about it since you left the other morning. Nodding as he slammed his hips into yours, stilling. You panted on his shoulder, staring into the mirror on the opposite wall. 

Wide eyed, mouth popped open in pleasure, peering over his massive shoulder. Broad back flexing under his shirt while he fucked you, clenching at how pathetic you looked. Legs open around his hips, your left heel holding on by just your big toe… 

“Keep it all inside you, okay?” he huffed. 

You didn’t break eye contact with your reflection, nodding in return. 

“Of course, Ky.”

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Kylo was exhausted.

His daughter was an even bigger handful in her own house. Laughing, crying, begging for attention from her mother, and she couldn’t give her any. She was still recovering from her injury, which she hadn’t explained to him.

“Nyx,” Kylo sighed, leaning on the kitchen island with tired eyes. He insisted on sleeping in the guest room, so he wouldn’t roll on (Y/N) in his sleep.

She assured him it would be okay, but he couldn’t risk it. Rose had explained the extent of her injury, along with things she shouldn’t be doing. Which included having sex, he didn’t like Rose's tone when she mentioned that.

“Kylo,” Nyx jumped around next to him, “I get to go to school today!”

He nodded slowly, suppressing a yawn, “Yup, your mother and I are taking you in a little.”

“Are you gonna meet my teacher?”

“Probably not.”

She frowned at him, crossing her little arms in a huff. God, she had an attitude, it was funny when he didn’t have to deal with it constantly but now... Not so much, he stood up straight. Stretching his arms and cracking his back, is this what parenting is?

Everything hurting?

Having no alone time?

Absolutely none, he couldn’t even jerk off this morning because Nyx decided to pay him a visit. Jumping on his bed, knocking the wind out of his lungs.

“Everyone ready?”

Jesus, Kylo flinched at her voice. How was she so fucking quiet? She had one leg right now… “Yeah, let’s go. I need coffee.”

“There’s a coffee maker right on the counter.”

“Bold of you to assume I know how to use one.”

(Y/N) piled everyone in the car, even though Kylo tried to help. She just smacked his hand away, hissing how she could do it herself. To which he responded by saying that she could drive herself. That fucking shut her up, sitting in the passenger seat quietly. Letting there be peace for the first time in 48 hours.

However, it didn’t last long.

Nyx squealed like an animal, clapping her hands loudly when they pulled up to her school. Kylo cringed at all the children, their parents walking them up to the doors. Some smiling teachers waved hello, chatting about whatever pre-school teachers even do.

“I have to get out,” she mumbled.

“Why?”

She scowled at him, “Um, she’s five. She can’t open that door, it’s child locked. And I’m a good mom, I’m not letting my daughter just run out in a parking lot.”

Kylo exhaled slowly, “Fine.”

He pulled into a parking spot, getting out of the car despite her protests. “What are you doing?” she hissed. Kylo ignored her, freeing Nyx from her seat and getting the bags she had shoved between the chairs. “We both know you can’t walk her over there.”

“Say bye to your mother,” Kylo hoisted Nyx to her level. Watching her kiss her mother's face and tell her she loved her. It was gross, it made Kylo feel gross. Trying to remember the last time he told anyone that, even his own mother. He barely spoke to her, it would’ve been before college.

Maybe, he’d call her to see if she was okay… or even alive.

Nyx dragged him by the hand, chatting about her friends the entire way. Kylo could feel the stares of other parents, wondering who he was and why he was with Nyx. To the innocent bystander’s eye it's obvious, she looks just like him.

Same hair, hazel-brown eyes, freckles, and moles.

Clearly, he was her father.

He stopped a few feet from Nyxs’ door and crouched down to her level, she tried to drag him more. But he didn’t relent, ignoring her high-pitched whines. “Hey,” he snapped in her face, “Breathe, it’s okay. We’ll be back to pick you up after school, okay?”

“Okay,” she sighed, still holding his hand despite standing right in his face.

Kylo resisted the urge to hold her, give her a hug or maybe kiss her forehead. But it would just confuse her, but she must’ve noticed his hesitation. Wrapping her little arms around his neck, Kylo stiffened, staring at the concrete below her.

Nyx pulled back after a moment, “You’re bad at hugs.”

He snorted, “Thanks, okay time to go.”

She smiled at him, running off like she didn’t just leave her father on the verge of tears. He stood up slowly, wiping his eyes in the most casual way he could. Watching her little body run past her teacher, who was staring at him strangely, waving her inside.

Fuck, she’s coming towards him.

Kylo started to walk away, but she called out to him, “Excuse me, sir?”

A groan, he spun around. Hands by his sides, cracking his knuckles to try and calm down. Probably wasn’t the best decision, she looked at him terrified of the gesture. Clearing her throat before speaking again, “I don’t think I’ve met you, I’m Mrs. Allen.”

He nodded silently, “Okay.”

“And who are you? I’ve never seen Nyx with someone other than her mother…”

“I didn’t kidnap her,” okay, not the right response.

She choked at that, “Excuse me?”

“Her mother is in the car,” he pointed out to it like she would see her from here. She was probably cackling inside, watching him about to be arrested for walking his daughter to school. He should’ve just let her try on crutches, then he would be the one laughing.

“And you are?”

“Um,” Kylo looked back at the car, “I’m her mothers' friend.”

“Uh-huh, then you wouldn’t mind us going over and seeing her?”

Kylo nodded stiffly, walking her towards the car. Ready to rip the door off its hinges, he was so fucking mad. He could feel his eye twitching, probably making him look even crazier, surely someone already called the police.

He yanked open the door, revealing just what he suspected. (Y/N) was red-faced, trying to steady her breathing. Some unshed tears pooling in her eyes, she bit her lip, “What’s up?”

“She thinks I stole Nyx.”

She looked at the woman, “Hi Mrs. Allen,” she sat a little straighter, “How's it going?”

Kylo growled her name, clenching his jaw to resist the urge to drag her out of the car and leave her here to rot. She schooled her features, “Sorry, I should’ve sent you a message. This is-uh well-Nyx’s dad.”

Mrs. Allen's eyebrows shot up, looking over at Kylo for a moment before looking at her again. Wringing her hands together nervously, “Oh, I thought you said he wasn’t an option?”

“What does that mean,” Kylo cut in, “What’s she talking about?”

“Kylo, be quiet,” she sighed, “Thing’s changed, he’s here for the week so he will be around her and all that. It’s fine-he’s, not a kidnapper or anything.”

She nodded, looking back at him, “My apologies, it’s nice to meet you Mr…?”

“Kylo Ren,” he spat, no longer in the mood to deal with either woman, “Nyx is unaware of who I am, so I ask you to keep it that way.”

He rounded the car without another word, sitting in the driver's seat loudly. Ready to drive off with the door open, maybe drag Mrs. Allen with it. She shrugged next to him, “Sorry, it’s just complicated. We just thought this would be the best way to have her meet him,” Kylo scoffed dramatically, only being silenced by a hand slapping against his mouth, “She doesn’t know he’s her dad, but he’s going to be around so don’t worry.”

Mrs. Allen nodded slowly, “Well, that’s good to know. It was nice meeting you Mr. Ren, we will see you at pick up.”

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Kylo ripped your hand off his mouth the moment Nyxs’ teacher walked away.

Driving away angrily, even though you mumbled about this being a school parking lot. He just growled in response, growing more agitated the closer you got to the house. You chose to stay quiet, hoping he would simmer down. You weren’t in the mood for a Kylo tantrum, you had already dealt with one of Nyx’s this morning and honestly, you were exhausted.

He stayed quiet when you got home, leaving you alone. You had texted Rose to see if she would come over since you were getting the silent treatment.

Unfortunately, after her laughing like a hyena on the phone over the teacher incident, she couldn’t come. She and Vicrul were out of the city for a little vacation, since Kylo was there to help you.

You groaned, tossing your phone on the cushion next to you. Clicking through channels, not wanting to watch anything. Just stewing in your guilt and annoyance at his attitude. It’s not your fault, you assumed he wouldn’t meet her. He wasn’t an option at the time, and he still wasn’t reliable since he wanted to act like a toddler.

“Kylo,” you called out.

Silence.

“Kylo Ren!”

Again nothing.

You took a deep breath, preparing yourself for the repercussions, “Benjamin Solo, come here!”

There he is.

Kylo whipped down the hall, giving you the nastiest look you’d ever seen. Pointing an accusatory finger in your face, “You’re on thin ice right now!”

“Do you wanna talk about it?”

He locked his jaw, looking at the floor, “No.”

“Ben,” you sang, smiling when his head snapped up, even angrier, “Sit down and talk to me.”

Kylo sat down slowly, stiff as a board. Not breaking eye contact with you the entire time, was comical. How hard he was trying to keep a barrier between you both, attempting to show himself as a stone-cold wall of anger. Which he was, but you knew deep down, he was hurt-

“Why haven’t you told her?”

You curled into the pillow next to you. Picking at the fringed edges, “I don’t know.”

“This can’t be healthy for her,” he ran a hand through his hair, “I mean, I don’t know about you, but whenever my parents lied to me it made me trust them less.”

“Well, we aren’t your parents, thank god.”

Kylo glared at you, “That’s not the point. What are we even doing, every single one of those parents could tell who I was. Just by looking at me and her.”

“I know,” your voice was small, glancing up at Kylo for a moment. “I’m just scared.”

“I can’t do this forever, (Y/N).”

“Do what forever…”

He gestured between you both, “This! This lying and hiding everything, she’s going to find out on her own. And that can’t be good-fuck look at me! I turned into a nightmare because of this kind of shit when I was younger.”

You nodded slowly, “She’s just not ready, Kylo.”

“Well, I’m tired of waiting. I don’t want to be your friend for the rest of my life, Nyx doesn’t deserve that.”

“What do you know about taking care of her Kylo? Huh? You’ve been around her twice in the past five years, you don’t have any right to scold me!”

“How would I have seen her in the past five years? We could’ve avoided this entire thing if you weren’t a selfish bitch!”

You gasped, “How fucking dare you call me that!”

“You’re a bitch! You stole my daughter from me, if anyone here is at fault it's you!”

“You didn’t even care!”

Kylo shot off the couch, “Don’t you fucking dare say that,” he towered over you, “I’ve been doing everything you’ve asked me to, all because you feel guilty. And you should, I hope you feel guilty just for waking up and putting me in through this fucking nightmare.”

Silence.

“I hate you.”

You winced, tears ready to spring from your eyes, “Get out.”

He looked just as shocked, tone clipped, “What?”

“Get the fuck out! You heard me! You did when she was born so I’m sure you know what it means! Get the fuck away from me!”

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You woke up dazed, the TV was playing softly.

A blanket was tucked into your sides, a pillow under your hips and knee. Keeping it elevated, your water bottle full of ice and lemon wedges sat on the coffee table.

You looked around slowly, sitting up on your elbows to assess the situation. You didn’t fall asleep like this, your full-on migraine reminding you of the screaming match with Kylo.

‘I hate you!’

“Shit,” you fell back onto the couch. Covering your face with your hands, embarrassment coloring your cheeks. He was so angry and betrayed by you again. And instead of trying to talk to him, like a normal human would when, they were upset...

‘I can’t do this forever.’

What were you doing, what was the end goal with Kylo?

To pretend like he was a family friend for the rest of his life, just because you were nervous to admit your lying to Nyx?

Or was Kylo meaning something else, when he meant forever?

You felt your heart rise in your throat, taking wet breaths like you were about to be sick. Twisting your torso quickly to find your phone. Knocking over some of your pillows in the process, it was almost dead.

3:00 PM

“No-fuck,” you cried out, Nyx was getting out of school. And you wouldn’t be there, she was going to be all alone. You had to get there, fighting off tears and grabbing your phone again, desperate to call anyone, even Armitage.

Just as you picked up your phone, Kylo’s name popped up.

“Hello?” you were on the verge of a full breakdown.

“Stop crying, I have Nyx. What do you want for dinner?”

You stayed silent.

“Hi, Mommy!”

“I’m getting pizza since you’re just going to cry.”

And then he hung up.

You sat there dumbfounded, watching as your phone died. Kylo picked her up? You thought he left after you kicked him out and cried yourself to sleep…

Well, might as well try to be useful. Hopping around on your one leg, trying to clean the living room and kitchen as best you could. Kylo wasn’t a good helper in that sense, you knew he had people he hired to do things like this. Which was silly, he was perfectly capable. He just chose to be a baby, having you do mostly everything during your relationship while he worked and provided for you both.

This was so domestic.

Waiting for him to arrive with Nyx, making everything nice and tidy. Fluffing pillows, folding blankets, running the dishwasher, anything a housewife would do. Before you could dwell on it, there was a knock at your front door.

You took a deep breath, wobbling over to it and yanking it open, a quick glimpse in the mirror confirmed your suspicions of your appearance. Face streaked and splotchy, eyes were slightly swollen along with your lips. Hair a mess, you hoped whoever was knocking would go away quickly.

Cracking it open a hair, you groaned immediately, “What are you doing here?”

“Nice to see you too, lovely,”

Armitage pushed past you, rolling his eyes at your cast, “I thought you’d be glad to see me. I am your boyfriend after all.”

You let him push you inside, leaving you standing at the door with it still open like an idiot. He walked into the living room, momentarily looking into the dining room. You had it set up for dinner, even though Kylo was getting pizza. You just didn’t want to eat on the couch again, Armitage continued his inspection. “I don’t hear Rose or her buffoon, can I assume they’re finally gone?”

“Um,” you scrunch your face, “His name is Vicrul, why do you do that? They are helping me because you refused to.”

“I didn’t refuse, your daughter hates me,” he scoffed, “She would rather sabotage our relationship than let us be happy.”

You leaned against a wall in the entryway, arms folded as Armitage went on and on about Nyx hating him. She didn’t hate him, she was just a playful kid. Nyx needed someone to be like that with her, and Armitage was very anti-children. He had told you that during your first date, while drunk you spilled that you had a kid.

Then his attitude changed, especially after sleeping together.

Big mistake.

“Armie, why are you here? We haven’t spoken at all since you stormed out after my surgery and then you ‘popped’ in when Kylo came and now this?”

He cringed at his name, “Kylo, right. Your baby-daddy, who is magically here without you knowing. After spending a week together and getting your brains fucked out by him.”

“That is not what happened.”

“Oh really?” He stepped in front of you, looking down his nose, “So, you just cheated on me? And now he's here to do what?”

You pushed him away with a finger to his chest, “We’ve already been over this, he and I slept together twice. That was it-he was here because Rose invited him.”

“Is he still here?”

You got quiet, looking away from his icy stare.

“Can’t believe this,” he growled, “You’re nothing but an unfaithful whore, everything you told me he was. But you’re just the same-a spiteful bitch, with a little bitch of a child who will grow to be nothing but a whore like her parents!”

“How dare you-”

The front door slammed shut, revealing Kylo. Holding Nyx in one arm and food in the other, face red in anger.

Not at you, but at Armitage, he dropped Nyx softly. She scurried away from everyone, giving him the stink eye before going to her room. Kylo walked towards you both slowly, not once looking away from Armitage.

He set the box down in the dining room, walking back to stand beside you. Arms crossed, tense enough for his muscles to flex obscenely under his shirtsleeves. Kylo took a slow, deep breath, “What was that?”

Armitage scowled, mumbling something under his breath.

Kylo moved in closer, towering over him, “I couldn’t hear you, and you were pretty confident a couple seconds ago. So what did you say-because I heard something earlier that I’m hoping was an accident.”

Still nothing.

The tension thick around you three, waiting for someone to break first.

“So,” Armitage turned to you, “Is he your attack dog now? After years of hating him, he's here to protect you, from someone who loves you?”

You scoffed, “We don’t love each other.”

“Hm.”

“But you love him,” he gestured to Kylo, “Your baby-daddy, just because he fucked you for the first time in almost six years?”

That seemed to be the final thread holding Kylo together, his hand darting out to throttle Armitage's throat. Slamming him against the far wall, hard enough for some paintings to shake from their hooks. “You listen here you little shit,” Kylo pushed harder. Armitage's face turned redder and redder, breath rasping as his mouth popped open. “You do not get to fucking talk about her like that or our daughter. Do you fucking hear me?”

Kylo pulled him back, just to slam him against the wall again. Finally knocking over things, a mirror shattering on the ground. Causing you to scream in fear, Kylo’s head snapped over to you, eyes softening slightly. He turned back to Armitage, “You’re nothing but a spineless little prick, lucky to even be around her and Nyx. I don’t ever want to see you near my family again, or else I’ll fucking kill you.”

He let him go, both of you watching Armitage's body crumple to the floor as he gasped for air. Spitting at Kylo while clutching his throat, “You’re a bloody psychopath! You both are! Assaulting me, and you just let him,” He pointed an accusatory finger at you, “You bitch-”

Kylo kicked him, hard.

“Kylo!” you screamed, hopping over to him to try and tear him away. Wrapping your arms around his torso, beginning to sob into his side. “Please just let him go!”

You felt Kylo’s breathing steady, twisting an arm back to wrap around you. Kylo lifted you off the floor, holding you like he held Nyx earlier. Both of you stared down at Armitage, writhing in pain between shards of glass that littered the floor. You buried your head into the crook of his neck, mortified of everyone's behavior. Praying to the gods that Nyx didn’t hear, hopefully, she was safe back in her room. Ignorant to her father almost killing someone in the hallway, and the venom being spat from your boyfriend.

Ex-Boyfriend.

He stood slowly, brushing broken pieces off his clothing before staring at you. Shifting between Kylos arms holding you and your cheek against his shoulder. With a scoff, he pushed past you both, “I expect you to pay for my medical bills, or else I’m taking you to court.”

“I didn’t break anything,” Kylo hissed, “Would you like me to?”

You thought his eyes were going to pop out, slamming the door as he left.

Kylo stood there, holding you tightly. You slid your hands to the nape of his neck, tugging on the long hairs. “Thank you,” you whispered. Kylo only grunted, stepping over the shattered mirror down the hallway. Setting you gingerly down on your bed, leaving you alone for a few moments. You heard him speaking to Nyx, probably something about staying away from the glass. She came bounding down the hallway, two plates of pizza for you and her.

“Kylo said I can’t play out front right now…”

You gulped back your tears, “I’m sorry baby, there was an accident out there.”

She shrugged, content to curl next to you while she ate. You held her head to your chest, even though she whined that she couldn’t eat. Kissing her hairline as you recounted Armitage's horrible words about her, disgusted in yourself for letting him be around you and your family.

‘I don’t ever want to see you near my family again’

Kylo called you a family.

You bit back more tears, letting Nyx lean off you a little so she could eat. Running your fingers through her long hair as she watched TV. You listened for Kylo, he hadn’t come back into the room yet.

Maybe he left?

Nyx turned to look at you, “Mommy, are you not gonna eat?”

“Oh,” you blinked, “Yeah, I will. Do you think you could go out and grab Mommy her water?”

She sighed dramatically, slinking off the bed in a huff. You listened to her little feet pattering down the hallway, waiting to see if she spied Kylo.

“What are you doing down here, Nyx?”

“Mommy asked for her water.”

“Oh.”

Nyx ran back down, with nothing in her hands. Climbing on the bed without another word, just chowing down on her pizza. You were about to say something to her when Kylo walked in. A plate and two glasses of water in his hand, giving you a tight-lipped smile.

All three of you sat in silence, munching down. Silently handing off your drinks between Nyx and yourselves, she was wedged between your shoulders. Her head moved from Kylo's shoulder to try and eat some of his pizza back to yours to tell you about school. He obliged her, looking down with wide eyes when she ate crust first like a maniac when he fed her. Then snatched his water, but not before offering him some Capri Sun, Kylo kept looking at you with wide eyes. Seeing if you were eating, making comments about you not drinking water, which your daughter echoed like a parrot.

“Okay baby,” you kissed Nyx’s forehead, “Time to take a bath, you can do it in my bathroom.”

She squealed, running off the bed to gather her bath toys and soaps, leaving you and Kylo alone since the incident.

Both of you shifted uncomfortably, trying to keep your bodies from touching. You looked down at your lap, tugging on the hem of your shirt, “I gotta go start it for her.”

“Okay.”

You felt his eyes watching you as you limped to the bathroom, not following you like he usually did.

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yes yes YES YES YES ATTACK DOG KYLO