Kian's heart raced as he beheld the girl's beauty, her delicate features stirring something profound within him. Her small nose scrunched in her sleep, and her soft lips moved ever so slightly, painting the picture of an ethereal being. Was she an a...
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Third Person's PoV
Kian gazed at Sky with a warm smile, admiring her petite figure swathed in his oversized hoodie and sweatpants. The clothes hung on her like a child's playful disguise, endearing and whimsical. With a gentle touch, he brushed aside her bangs, revealing the sparkling blue eyes that he found so captivating. His thumb grazed her soft, rosy cheek before he planted a tender kiss on her forehead.
"H-hello," Sky murmured, her lips curving into a pout that was both adorable and heartwrenching. She cocked her head to the side, reminiscent of an inquisitive puppy, her innocence palpable.
"Ready to go?" Kian's voice was soft, filled with an affection that was as natural as breathing.
He opened the passenger door with care, guiding Skyler's little form into the seat with a gentleness that spoke volumes of his protective nature. Another kiss graced her forehead, a silent promise of safety and comfort.
"Mhm, y-yes, Kian," she responded, her voice a whisper of gratitude and trust.
Kian couldn't help but marvel at her, his heart swelling with a sense of fortune he couldn't quite fathom. How had he become so lucky to have this angel in his life?
"You know how to lock your seatbelt, Little Sky?" he inquired, his tone playful yet laced with concern.
Skyler nodded, her actions vigorous and determined. Her small hands worked the seatbelt with surprising adeptness, securing herself in the seat as Kian watched, a proud smile tugging at his lips. Once satisfied that she was comfortable and safe, he closed the door with a soft click and made his way to the driver's seat. The anticipation of spending time with his little girl filled him with an indescribable joy.
Skyler, often called 'Little Sky' by Kian, hesitated as the car's engine roared to life. The sound, a deep and rumbling beast, made her flinch-a stark contrast to the quiet safety she had found in Kian's presence. Kian, ever attentive, noticed the tension in her posture, the way she seemed to shrink into herself.
"Shh, it's just the car, Sky," Kian soothed, his voice a gentle balm. "It won't hurt us, I promise. Try to relax for me, okay? You're safe here." He glanced at her with concern, regretting the choice of vehicle that seemed to unsettle her. "I'm sorry, next time I'll make sure we use a quieter car-"
But Skyler interrupted him, her hand reaching out to squeeze his shoulder. It was a simple gesture, but it carried the weight of her trust and gratitude. Kian could feel the tension melting away under her touch.
"It's okay, Kian. R-really, it's alright. I'm okay," she reassured him, her voice steady despite the lingering fear. As she felt Kian relax, she withdrew her hand and bowed her head, her fingers nervously intertwining in her lap.
Skyler was a beacon of resilience, her past marred by shadows that often threatened to darken her present. Yet, she was a survivor, her spirit unyielding against the adversities she had faced. The kindness and safety she found in her friendship with Kian were like a balm to her scars, both visible and hidden within the recesses of her heart. Her connection to Bren, her cherished stuffed animal, was a testament to her enduring innocence and the comfort she sought in the familiar.
