Oneshots - Kayce Dutton

Don't care about the real world

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You felt your stomach growl and slowly opened your eyes. Twisting under the blankets, you saw Kayce's side of the sleeping cot was empty, but the sheets were still warm meaning it hadn't been too long since he had gotten up. Tate's side of the tent was empty too. If you were a guessing woman, you'd bet they were both outside with John, trying to get down to the river before anyone else and fish for a few hours.

Cowboy camp was an annual tradition on the Dutton's ranch and one you had taken part in the past three summers. You couldn't stay the whole time, but you picked a two-week period to come up and completely cut yourself off rom the real world and just be with Kayce and his family...which were now your family.

Pushing the blankets back you stretched your arms up and yawned. Getting up you changed into a pair of jeans, a tank top, and a light grey flannel shirt. It was still cool in the mornings up in the mountains. Slipping your boots on you peeled back the opening of the tent and looked out. Your eyes scanned the ground until you spotted three figures standing off to the side. Tate was in between Kayce and John, who seemed to be explaining how to string the line through the pole. You smiled, making your way out to them, and passing the fire. Knowing the older men, breakfast wasn't a priority, but you knew by mid-morning all of them would be irritated with hunger.

As you got closer, John bent down to show Tate something as Kayce glanced over at you. His smile was contagious as you walked up to him.

"Morning," Kayce's voice was rough, one of his arms wrapping around your shoulders and pulling you into him.

"Morning," You sighed, nuzzling into his neck, and squeezing his middle. "Was a little cold this morning waking up alone."

"Sorry babe," Kayce laughed. "Tate's always an early riser when there's fishing involved."

"Y/N, you coming with us?" Tate asked with a smile.

"How about some breakfast first?" You asked. "I don't need you three being hangry at me."

"Thanks, Y/N," John smiled, standing up. "I'll get your rod ready."

You smiled, turning, and walking back down to pack some biscuits and bacon for the four of you. You could see the wranglers off to the east already prepping for the days work. After packing up a small basket you returned to the guys and the four of you continued down a few ways to the river. Tate was holding both his and your rods, after being told by John it's the polite thing to do. Kayce laced his fingers through yours as you followed the grandpa and grandson.

"I could do this every day," You said out loud, not really to Kayce but he heard you.

"We could," He squeezed your fingers. "One day."

"Who would do our jobs?" You chuckled, but images of you and Kayce old, enjoying the land flashed across your mind.

"Wouldn't be our problem," Kayce shrugged.

"What about Tate's school?" You smiled over at the ten-year-old.

"He'd learn everything he needed to know out here," Kayce answered.

"As tempting as all of that sounds," You sighed. "I don't think the real world would allow it for long."

"We wouldn't have to care about the real world," Kayce muttered.

"You sound like your father," You smiled up at him.

The four of you made it to the river and you busied yourself laying out a blanket and opening the basket, making each of you a bacon breakfast sandwich of sorts and a cup of coffee for the adults. You passed out the mugs while Tate sighed.