For Him, I Would

Chapter Thirteen - One word.

It was Saturday morning, and Oakley was currently nestled into Kayce's side under the sheets. Her head tucked under his chin with their limbs tangled. She had been awake for a little bit but was quite content with listening to Kayce's breathing in the silence. He never slept longer than her, with what little she had seen, so she wanted to give him as much time as she could.

They had gotten through the State sending in their own set of investigators. They had gotten through those investigators fighting with the sheriff's deputies about not documenting the, what was no called, crime scene which only led to John Dutton being even happier about how things were going. Sarah had told Oakley to prepare for their report on Monday morning. They had even gotten through telling David and Corey's next of kin what had happened. Thankfully, Oakley was not part of that but heard from Sarah each family had many questions. Oakley told John to prepare himself for if one of those members came looking for their own answers.

"Oaks..." Kayce's raspy voice floated into her ear. Oakley grunted, burrowing further under Kayce. "Tate will be here within the hour."

"M'kay," Oakley breathed out. She pulled back to stretch, but Kayce rolled over, wrapping his arms under her, and pressing a kiss to her lips.

"Morning," He said when Oakley finally opened her eyes.

"Good morning," Oakley sighed. "You're gonna have to get off me so I can get ready."

Kayce got a funny look on his face, almost like he was hiding something.

"Monica is dropping Tate off this morning," Kayce sighed. "I just want you to know."

"Well," Oakley leaned up into a sitting position, causing Kayce's arms to slide down her torso to her waist. "I guess I figured as much."

"You don't have to meet her," Kayce explained. "I can meet them outside and she can be gone as soon as Tate's out of the truck."

"How does it normally happen?" Oakley asked.

"Like that sort of," Kayce shrugged. "Sometimes she comes in but never for long."

"Does she..." Oakley didn't finish.

"What?" Kayce looked up at Oakley.

"Does she know about...me?" Oakley bit her lip, not knowing which answer she would prefer to come out of Kayce's mouth.

"Um," Kayce cleared this throat. "She knows who you are."

"That doesn't answer my question," Oakley's eye narrowed. She suddenly felt very aware they were in bed together. Not that they hadn't spent each night like this during the week, but for some reason now she felt like she was doing something wrong.

"I told Monica I had...someone," Kayce leaned into a sitting position next to Oakley. "With me, here."

"And while I don't really know her, I'm guessing she wasn't too happy about it," Oakley looked down.

"Not really," Kayce sighed. "But it doesn't matter,"

"It does matter, Kayce," Oakley sighed, throwing the sheets off her legs, and climbing out of bed. "It matters a great deal actually."

"She's just dropping Tate off," Kayce looked at her from his spot still in bed. His hair was messy, and his eyes were still sleepy. "She'll be gone quickly."

"Kayce," Oakley sighed, rubbing her eyes. "She's the mother of your child. All of this matters a great deal because..."

"Because what?" Kayce asked.

"Because you matter!" Oakley cried, motioning between them. "You and...this, matters to me. This is a very sensitive situation we're trying to...whatever it is we're trying to do!"