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Kevin
I picked out the key and unlocked the door.
"You...um...that's a key."
I usher him to the inside. "Of course it is pretty boy. Did you expect a card or a button?"
"Don't call me pretty boy." He looked away and cleared his throat. He looks at me and meets my eyes. "And yes I expected one of those."
I smile as I handed him the slippers. He mutters a 'thank you' "I grew up in a large house. We were a happy family but..." I look around. "I prefer this."
"I love it." We head inside. I take his jacket. "It's warm and...cozy."
"I'm glad you do. Tell me if you want anything to be changed." We walk over to the living room.
"Why would I..."
"Because there might be something that does not appeal to you." That came out as plain and did not seem to hide any evil intention.
"Why would..."
"Because when you are ready I would like for you to move in with me."
"Oh." His eyes settle on me but they don't meet mine.
"Is that too fast? Not now,when you are ready. Also,am I too blunt?"
"Um..."
"Let's not get you more things to think about. You are wet. Let's get you changed so you don't catch a cold and Ombra kills me."
"Get me changed?" He seemed surprised. I don't know why he seemed surprised. We were simply going to change and...ah...my boy thought that I was...
"You do know that I am not going to change your clothes for you. I shall not partake in removing them from your body. I'll just take them out of the closet,hand them to you and you can wear them yourself." He lets out a sigh of relief. "Unless..." His eyes go wide. I laugh. "Just kidding."
"I don't like how you make me loose my words." He scratched the back of his neck.
"Let's go." We climb up the stairs hand in hand. I wanted to hold his hand but restrained myself. I did not want him feeling suffocated nor did I want him to feel like I was pushing him.
"Only two rooms?" He asked looking at the two doors.
"It's a three bedroom apartment. The other bedroom is downstairs since my parents are not fans of climbing these..." I point to the stairway. "That one over there,that's my guest room."
"Then..."
I open the door and hold it open for him. He goes in first and I follow leaving the door open.
"Where does your sister sleep?"
"Amandla,she loves the couch but mom always scolds her about it."
"Amandla,Mia," he frowns. "Who named you?" I open my mouth to answer but he quickly continues. "What if you have more than two guests and they can't share a room." I opened the closet and looked at him.
His mind was running and I knew I had more questions coming. I did not mind since I was so in for his voice. It was so silky and smooth and I could listen to it all day. I wonder how he sounded while singing . I'd ask him to song someday.
"Everyone who comes here is..." I look for the word to use. They were all okay with sharing beds. "If there are lots of people then we just make forts and sleep in them."
"But you are grown-ups."
I shrug. "Which law states that grown ups can't do that?" His eyes dart around the room. "Do what makes you happy."
I pick out a pair of grey sweatpants and a black shirt. I also pull out black hoodie. "Here. These will keep you warm till the soup is done. Will you take a quick shower or a bath?"
He takes them. "Thank you. Neither. I'm already cold as I am. No way I'm going to get myself wet." Silence dawn's. I watch him closely. His gave is averted from mine. I wish to ask me to look at me. To hold my gaze for even a second that I may get lost in those dreamy eyes of his. Not now though so I push the thought away.
He speaks. "I...I'll go change in the bathroom."
Not that I have never seen him naked before. Once at the club while he was sceneing. Damn he looked hot.
"No need. I'll be in the kitchen." I pull out a pair of fuzzy socks and hand them to him before leaving the room. I locked the door to ensure he was most comfortable.
I made my way down the stairs picturing him changing. How he would slide out of the wet clothes. Him drying himself with the towel,wait. Did I give him a towel? I head back.
I knock twice and he opens up. He was in the hoddie already but the pants were not on.
"Sorry. I came to check if I had handed you the towels."
"I took them out of the bathroom,hope that's okay."
"It is." It will be your bathroom too soon enough. So why not.
"You look good in that. If it was not cold them I'd love seeing your legs. No...I did not mean that in a sexual way. It's just that...I'm going to stop talking. I'll be in the kitchen." I lock the door before he replies.
I hurry down to the kitchen to prepare something for him.
My kitchen was simple. The cabinets were all marble green. The tops were grey. The table was set in the middle so that Amandla would keep an eye on the kid if she was snacking while she was cooking. Yes,she loved her mother more than any of us.
I took the vegetables out of the fridge and the spices from the cabinet.
"What's cooking?" His voice came from behind me.
"Something to keep you warm." I reply without turning to face him.
"The scent of sage,it's...cozy."
"Everything in here is cozy."
"I like it."
"You can move in." He goes quiet. I chuckle and turn to him. "I like my clothes on you,they look...cute."
He clears his throat. "You always look good in what you wear." He stated moving on to the seat.
I wait for him to make himself comfortable. He looks at me. "Have you been checking me out?" I tease him.
"Wha– what? No. Not at all."
"It's okay. You are allowed to. Just as you are allowed lots of things you think you are not."
His eyes meets mine for a few seconds. He looks at the fruits on the table as he contemplated picking one. I wait for him to talk but he does not.
We still had a long way to go.
I poured in the broth and covered it.
"Can I have some coffee?"
"No babe. You are not having coffee right now."
I expected him to argue. When he did not say anything I look at him. "You okay?"
"I need my coffee." His voice was stern but soft.
"No,love. No coffee."
"But..." He flapped his hands and landed them on his laps.
"Why do you feel like you need your coffee?"
"I need to function. I cannot do that without coffee"
"What do you need to function for? I'm here I'll sort everything for you."
"Fine." He grumbles.
"Good boy." He smiles lightly.
"How may I help?"
"Just sit there and look beautiful as you are doing right now."
"Stop trying to flirt with me." He reprimanded but he did not sound offended.
"I am not. I am stating a fact."
I check on the soup. The squash was already soft so I transferred it to the blender.
I turned the blender on and flashed him a smile.
"How do you do things so elegantly?"
"What?" My voice was high because my blender is the one my parents used ever since they started dating. I was to take care of it and hand it to my kid who would later hand it to her kids.
He shakes his head.
Once the soup was vibrant,orange and creamy,I transferred it to the white bowls on the counter. I chopped in half an apple in each.Finally,I garnished the two bowls with pepitas.
I carried them both to where he was seated.
"Want to go sit in the couch and get some blankets?"
He hums in reply. I lead with the bowls in hand,he follows closely by. He sits at the corner and...crosses his legs? He crossed his legs. The right one went on top of the left. I handed him one of the bowls and went for the blankets.
I came back after I had changed and found him in the same position I had left him. "Make yourself comfortable." I handed him the blanket.
I picked up my bowl and set myself on the other end of the couch. I picked up the remote and gave it to him.
"No. I don't know what I want to watch."
"The first thing that comes to your mind,a show you always watch at home,an animation you always loved as a kid...I'm up for them all."
He stared at the remote. "You choose. Please."
"Cartoon?" His eyes flashed to mine quickly.
"Um...sure." silence. "Can we–can we cuddle or something. I just..."
"Shh. It's okay. You don't need to explain." I open my arm. "Come here." He placed the bowl on the table.
Almost half of it was gone and I knew he had I've it his all. I did not know where his issue with food stemmed from but I was bound to find out.
He cuddled to my side and I pulled him closer to me. He pulled the blanket over me and I fixed it that we were both well covered.
"Tell me about your day." I spoke softly.
"I'm just so tired..." He sighs.
"Do you want to talk about it?"
"No." My fingers continued massaging his head. His hand found mine and our fingers interlocked.
"It's okay if you want to sink...I'll take care of you."
"Mind putting frozen?" His voice was so low that I could have missed it.
I kissed his hair. "Not at all baby." I pressed on the remote and frozen was playing.
"I think Elsa is cool."
"She is."
"But her sister...she is reckless and...she is me."
My heart tightened at his statement. There was more to it. Her being Anna,it was something deeper and I had to find out what it was.
His steady breathe showed that he was sound asleep. I kissed his hair and pulled him closer to my body.
"Just let me in and I'll make it right. I'll calm the storm for you if not I'll sit through it with you. Just let me in."
Okay,I'll be needing a list of cartoons because nothing comes to my mind except for SpongeBob,Barbie and Frozen.
Also,is anyone bothered by the name 'baby'? Let me know.