A Lesson to Learn

Chapter 14

It was the morning of Thanksgiving and Kylo was feeling nervous and anxious. He had stayed the night over with Rey again, falling asleep with her after staying up late to decorate the house. Already there were several people in the house and it wasn't even noon yet. Poe and Finn had come early to help with cooking the turkey and some sides, and Rose was here (having told Vicrul to show up for dinner just in case he got overwhelmed by the core group, much like Kylo felt in this moment) for what Rey called "moral support" considering that Rose could sometimes be a menace in the kitchen.

Things were feeling a little hectic as they all moved about the kitchen getting things set up. Kylo, having never really cared to put much effort into his food due to the fact that he could summon anything he wanted, did not really understand what was necessary for a Thanksgiving preparation - apparently it was a lot. The turkey was finishing defrosting and that alone Rey had said would take over four hours. Kylo was feeling more and more lately the pressure to reveal himself to Rey, if anything just so they wouldn't have to wait for goshdarn bird to cook for hours on hours.

Kylo had never truly had to test the limits of his introversion and social anxiety. Despite his role as The Devil, he had very little interaction with people if he could help it, choosing instead to delegate a lot of jobs to lesser demons. Kylo wished that he could just lock himself up in Rey's bedroom with just Rey and they could go back to spending time with just the two of them, but no such luck.

His girl was pretty darn extroverted and while Kylo loved her for it, he had no intention of following in her social butterfly footsteps. Kylo didn't want his patience to wear thin around Rey's family and friends but he was pretty sure that if he didn't go and be alone for a while that he might actually set something on fire as a small yet much needed distraction.

He went over to the couch, wondering idly if it would be all too suspicious if he concealed himself and played it off later as just being in the bathroom or in Rey's bedroom without anyone noticing. Chewie came to snuggle with him and Kylo scratched behind the dog's ears as he watched the scene unfold before him. At least someone else in this house seemed like they needed a break.

Before him Kylo could see Rey and Rose talking as Rey made some pie dough which would have to sit in the fridge for a while before baking, and Poe and Finn were up to their usual mischief as they kept stealing cherries and pecans that were supposed to be for the pies. At one point Rey smacked Poe as he poured whipped cream directly into his mouth from the can. Kylo grinned at that. His Little One was a spitfire, for sure.

Kylo looked on fondly, wondering what his own family was doing back home. Thanksgiving of course wasn't anything that was recognized in his home, but Leia did enjoy family time every couple of years, when her kids weren't trying to make her life miserable. It wasn't Lilith or Kylo's fault, the natural order of the world needed there to be a dark and light side even though they were all more often shades of gray than one or the other. He thought back to his conversation with Hux and about what his mother had said regarding the right one coming along and freeing him.

Kylo still felt that Rey had to be something special at the very least. There's no way he would have fallen in love with her like this otherwise. He had lived his life for millenia beforehand around all sorts of spirits, supernaturals, demons and humans and had never felt this way about anyone before. That had to count for something. However, if she was the one that was to free him somehow, then he didn't want to be freed - because he didn't want to leave Rey and go back home. His new home was with Rey now.

Kylo would just have to figure out some way that Lilith would be able to take over for his job and Hux would be able to continue to help her. And then as he transitioned to the mortal world maybe he could pick up a hobby or something. Calligraphy seemed like an interesting one, and women loved letters (at least that's what all his prior research had told him).