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's concern for Sky was evident as he gently inquired about her lunch preferences, drawing her away from the reverie of Disney magic and ice cream indulgence. The realization that midday had crept upon her caught Sky off guard, her voice a raspy whisper of surprise. She had been so engrossed in the cinematic tales and the sweet treats that time had slipped through her fingers like the melting scoops she'd eagerly consumed.
"It's already one in the afternoon," Kian announced, a tinge of worry lacing his words. He was mindful of her need for a substantial meal, especially after the sugary feast that had replaced their breakfast. His large hands tenderly brushed her hair aside, a gesture of care and affection. "You need to eat something more nourishing, you've only had ice cream, and all of it at that, baby! That's not good, considering you got soaked in last night's downpour, and I nearly let it slip my mind. We can't have you falling ill."
Sky's eyelids fluttered shut as she felt his presence envelop her, his hands cradling her face. Kian's voice held a note of fondness as he reminisced about the morning's simple joys, watching her delight in the frozen dessert while lost in animated stories of all those Disney movies she watched for the last couple of hours. In those moments, Sky was the picture of contentment, a sight that filled Kian's heart with warmth.
Kian's whisper was soft, a tender plea for Sky to reveal her eyes, the windows to her soul. With a gentle nudge of his thumb, he coaxed her to look at him. As Sky's gaze met his, she saw the comforting expanse of his form, a protective presence as he loomed above her on the sofa. "What would you like for our late lunch, baby?" he asked, his voice a soothing balm.
Clutching the hem of his shirt, Sky's request was a timid whisper, her words a dance of stutters and pauses. "Can we have p-pancakes, with lots o-of maple syrup? I really like p-pancakes," she said, her fondness for the sweet dish evident in her hopeful eyes.
Kian's hands, large and reassuring, cradled her face as his attention briefly shifted to the television. The news played on, a stark contrast to the Disney enchantment that had filled their morning. The rain continued its relentless pour outside, a reminder of the storm they had weathered together.
"Do you want to watch the news while I prepare pancakes drenched in maple syrup?" Kian offered, planting a kiss on her forehead, a silent promise of care and warmth. "We can't visit my parents today; the rain is unyielding, and I won't risk it. Are you comfortable, baby?" he inquired, his concern palpable.
With a soft nod, Sky affirmed her contentment, nestled within the sanctuary of Kian's embrace and the cozy confines of their abode. The world outside could wait; within these walls, they had found a haven of Disney movies and love.
He smiled as he stood, but his motion halted when he noticed her fist clutching the hem of his shirt. His eyebrows arched in playful curiosity.
