Detective Levi x Reader - Vintage fic

Chapter Twenty Five - Sabiá

I wake up once again in Levi's arms. To be fair, our bodies did separate a bit during the night, but I'd always feel a hand on my tight or my head close to his shoulder. When I open my eyes, he is already awake like last morning, just patiently waiting for me to glance at him, still feeling sleepy.

"Morning" He whispers, bringing me up close to cuddle in his chest.

"It's already sunday" I whine, embracing his torso.

We had an amazing day yesterday. After picking our rings we could spend the afternoon walking through the city and visiting one of Levi's favorite tea shops. I loved the way his eyes glowed in a tiny demonstration of excitement when we got there. And how he smiled softly after I said I loved the place and, yes, it had the best tea I've ever had.

"Levi, I don't want to go back" I confess, trying my best to not sound like a whining baby, but... It really breaks my heart to think I'll be sleeping alone tonight.

He scoffs at me: "So clingy".

I don't talk back, saying he's the one so desperate to put a ring on me, because there's something about the way his eyes are drifting through the ceiling that tell me he's distracted by a thought or worry.

"Did you sleep well?" I ask, brushing my thumb on his cheek.

"Just as good as yesterday".

Levi cups my face to kiss me gently. I let it go. Whatever he's thinking, I should give him privacy.

We get up and I go prepare breakfast with Isabel and Farlan, excited to go order my wedding dress. Levi takes longer to get ready and come to the kitchen. Before leaving the house with Isabel, I give him a comforting hug and kiss on his cheek, hoping it will ease whatever he's struggling with today.

— — —

"Your bail has been paid" I hear the guard talking loudly to one of the farthest cells.

I see Kenny coming slowly towards me, who waits for him close to the entrance to jail. He looks finally sober from his days away from alcohol, and his face is as cocky as ever. Fucking old man won't feel sorry for making me waste money and time with his bullshit.

"Oi, Levi, took you some time" the bastard says to me.

"This is the last time, Kenny".

"You also said that last time".

We say nothing else as we head to my car and I drive him to his filthy house. Kenny lives in a one-bedroom small house, far away from the center of the capital, but close to all cheap bars and gambling spots. I've tried to get him out of this neighborhood, but the drunkyard didn't let me help. There's so much you can do to help someone who doesn't want to be helped.

We get in and I see dust all over the floor and furniture. I take one of my tissues, not the one Y/N gently sewed for me, to swipe away the dust from one of the chairs in the room to sit.

"Kenny, sit down".

"You're gonna scold me again?"

It gets on my nerves how sarcastically he says this, knowing as much as me that it never works, for he simply doesn't care about anything I say. "Just sit down".

He finally obeys, sitting in front of me. His eyes are wandering the kitchen cabinets and I can tell he's trying to remember if he has some stock of whiskey. I pierce my eyes on him, dead serious:

"I'll just say it all at once" I get air, letting it all out before he can say anything in between: "I'm getting married next month. I'll buy a new house and plan on having kids. You will not know where we'll be living. You'll never get to even take a glimpse of my future wife's face".

His mind forgot about the drinks he was looking for and now he paid full attention to me, surprised. "Hold on. I can't believe you got yourself a woman who is willing to marry a rant".

"Shut up".

"And who's also willing to bear your kids? How much have you paid her?"

I stay silent. He can tell by my glare that it's serious.

"I'm telling you to stay away. You have only bad connections and I want my family away from it.  If Isabel or Farlan will keep contact with you, that's on them, but I'm keeping you out of my life from now on"

He's still silent.

"Do you understand, Kenny? I don't want you ruining my family".

He cleans his throat. Then scoffs, responding with a low voice, almost in a whisper:

"So you really think I'd be so low to try to ruin your family, huh?"

I feel a hinch of pity deep inside seeing his shitty face show some kind of sadness. No, I don't think he'd go that far. Kenny is a miserable man. But maybe not a completely evil one.

"I'll stay away from your family as you wish".

"Good".

I stand up, not meaning to say goodbye or anything too emotional. Kenny stands up too, saying:

"Don't go putting your favorite uncle's name on one of your kids! That's tacky".

Just the thought of it terrifies me: "That would never even cross my mind".

I leave the door open, leaving for Kenny to shut it. I get in my car and drive away, not giving him not even a glimpse back.

Kenny didn't raise me. He kept me from dying when my mother died. That's all. And since I've had a real job and some money to keep me going, he's been nothing but trouble. Yet, deep down my heart aches in guilt. maybe not for him, but for my mother. I don't know how she'd feel knowing I'm abandoning her brother.

But I need to live my life. A peaceful life, with the woman I love. So I drive away, hoping for the best for Kenny, but not wanting to be involved in it anymore.

— — —

"So, how did it go?" Isabel whispers to me as soon as I get home.

She met me in the hallway on the second floor. I hear Farlan taking the stairs to join us.

"Where's Y/N"? I whisper back.

"Y/N is downstairs" Farlan says, seeming sure of it. "I think she was in the bathroom".

We enter Isabel's room and shut the door. Isabel and Farlan sit on the bed, while I stand still to tell everything: "Kenny is out. I paid his bail for the last time".

"Yeah, last time" Isabel scoffs, sarcastically.

"It's for real. I told him about my marriage, but not Y/N's name and I'll ask something from both of you: I don't want Kenny knowing anything about my wife and our new address when we buy our house. I don't want any contact with him after I'm married".

"Are you sure about this, Levi?" Falan asks.

"What if he gets arrested again, bro?" Isabel asks, worried.

"Then let him in jail and don't be soft hearted. I won't let my uncle ruin my future family. He better rot in prison if it happens again".

The crinkly sound of metal and wood makes us turn around and see the bedroom's door opening, no knocking to warn us.

"Levi".

I turn to the door, my heart beating fast because my mind is already predicting how the whole scene would go. Y/N stand there, her eyes wide in surprise:

"Your uncle was in jail?"

[Song from title: Sabiá, Elis Regina. Another brazilian song <3 Sabiá is a common bird in Brazil. This song is about wanting to go back to a place that doesn't exist anymore]