Dimension Jump | Karl Heisenberg

Chapter Twenty-Three.

I sat there, my jaw probably touching the ground. "Huh?"

"I—" Karl kisses my cheek.

"Love—" He moves to my nose, giving it a small peck.

"You," With that, his lips meet my forehead, and my brain seems to finally catch up with his words.

"You love... me?" He nods, rolling his eyes at my idiocy.

"I already said that Buttercup, you need to keep up," Karl smirked, leaning back after finally taking his hands off my hips.

"I'm gonna go get you that pillow and blanket!" I ruin the moment immediately, scurrying off his lap to make a mad dash for the hall-closet where we keep spares for guests.

His taunting laugh seemed to follow me, and I shook my head, trying to rid the sound from my mind. "Blankets and pillows y/n, focus on—" As I talked, memories of his calloused fingers running along my jaw we're forcing themselves into my mind.

I grab the sleeping supplies before returning to the living room to see Karl looking at the tv remote, his eyebrow raised.

"Why are there so many buttons on it?" His romantic and seductive side had gone away within seconds, making me laugh as I walked over to take the remote.

"Because it's the twenty first century you fuck. Here, look," I turn the tv on and it's set to the Food Network. My mom must've been on it last.

Karl tilts his head, looking at Guy Fieri with confusion. "The twenty first century is a man shoving food down his throat?"

I roll my eyes and change the channel to something my dad would watch, ending up on Gas Monkeys.

Despite my small dislike for the show, Karl seemed entranced, watching them work on cars with sparkles in his eyes.

I put the pillow at the end of the couch, handing over the blanket while he's distracted. "Goodnight Karl, I'll see you in the morning," I turn around to walk off, not really in the mood to bother him when he seems so in love with something.

Just as I start to leave, Karl's hand wraps around my wrist, spinning me around back to him. "Goodnight bitch," He pulls me down, planting another kiss to my lips that sets my cheeks on fire. "We'll talk more tomorrow. You won't be getting away that easily."

I nod absently, heading to my room with the stiffness of a robot. "...Tomorrow."

I lay down, getting under my covers as I snuggle in, closing my eyes before they quickly shoot back open. "Tomorrow?!"

. . .

I wake up to the familiar smell of pancakes and quickly sit up, the scent of my moms special recipe more than enough to get me out of the bed.

I rush down the stairs, looking into the kitchen to see exactly what I expected to. Mom in pajamas with a coffee using her skillet to cook pancakes and a plethora of side dishes.

She only makes breakfasts like this when I have friends over or during a special occasion. "It smells amazing."

My mother smirks, turning to look at me while taking a sip of her coffee. "I know sweetie, I'm the one cooking it. Only hell knows what would happen if it was your father."

I laugh, nodding my head as I jump up onto the counter so I can sit. "So, what's the occasion?"

"You don't remember the total stranger I let sleep on the couch last night?" My mom raises a brow, and my brain reminds me of everything that happened before I went to bed.

"Oh, right! Karl!" I nod, subconsciously pulling my sleeves down farther just to make sure she couldn't see my injuries. I turn back to see the couch had been left askew with the mans borrowed blanket and pillow. "Where's Karl..."

I feel my stomach drop, thinking the worst. What if he'd disappeared back into his world prematurely? Is he gone again? Do I have to live without him?

"He's outside working on your dads car," My mom motioned to the window, and I look out to see that Karl was indeed helping my dad to tinker on his Silverado.

"Since when did dad like him?" I question, watching as he tells Karl what to do with a smile. My old man actually looked like he was enjoying himself for once.

"We heard what you said last night," Mom smirked, resting against the cold part of the stove.

My cheeks heat up; realizing I was a lot louder than I needed to be when... well when doing whatever it was that I was doing. "Oh, that's... unfortunate."

She laughs, shaking her head. "Not really. Shockingly, when your dad heard how important the guy was to you, something clicked. Now he's kind of just attempting to get warmed up to him and seeing what the guy is made of."

I look back out to see Karl smiling and can't help but feel happy. He's enjoying himself in my world, and he looks happier here than he ever did in that stuffy factory with the constant pressure of Miranda and her plans on his back.

But while Karl's living life easy, I have the constant anxiety he's gonna be gone the second I look away. I mean, he's bound to get shoved back like I was, right?

"y/n! Dear!" My moms fingers are snapping in my face, and I shake myself out of a trance, focusing back in on her. "Take these out to the boys, they've been working hard all morning."

Mom hands me over two plates packed to the nines with her famous breakfast, and I nod, getting off the counter to go outside and hand over the delicious meal.

I step out into the warm morning air, happy it was June. The cold didn't like me, and quite frankly, I despised it.

When I got to the driveway Karl stopped what he was doing to look over at me, expression immediately relaxing. His body was still shirtless, but I was able to fight the blush upon seeing my dads own shirtless chest.

Yeah, that wasn't so enjoyable.

"Here you guys go," I smile, handing over the plates of food as directed by mom.

"Thank you sweetie," Dad took his breakfast with a grateful expression, leaning in to whisper towards me. "This guy's a keeper."

My eyes widen and I back up. "What makes you say that?! What's if he's a serial killer? You can't just go from 'I don't even wanna see him' to 'I like him' overnight!"

Dad laughs, shoving a piece of bacon into his mouth. "It's the dad instincts. Trust me, they weren't there with your little high school boy toy."

I gag, my eyes rolling at the man who took all of my firsts. "Adam."

Karl's head peaks up from his plate of food, a pancake hanging from his mouth.

"Adam?"

. . .

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-my fish died today so I'm gonna write in order to avoid my sadness.