Oneshots - Kayce Dutton

No, it's my fault.

Request – Can you do one where the Reader sees Kayce in town after they had broken up (Reader broke up with Kayce because his father hurt the reader in some way), and they have a little heart to heart about it. The reader tells Kayce she still loves him. Something like that?

You pulled into the feed store, already tired for the day ahead. You should haves topped in last night, but you were exhausted and fell straight into your bed once you got back to your small cabin. But that meant you had to get up earlier and get your items now.

You shut your door and walked in through the sliding doors, immediately getting hit with the air conditioning. It was going to be a warm summer this year. You grabbed a pushcart and made your way down to the wood supply section, needing three pieces to fix your fence in the backyard. A deer had tried to jump over and knocked down part of your fence.

You were hoping since it was early enough that you could get in and get out without having to wait on anything.

You went to turn your cart and ended up hitting another cart coming from the other direction.

"I'm sorry," You said, stepping around to look over.

"No, it's my fault," Kayce Dutton stared back at you.

Your heart immediately constricted at the sight of Kayce. His hair was tucked back by a baseball cap, and he had your favorite red flannel on with his sleeves rolled up. His caramel eyes glanced down your body before they came back up to your own eyes.

It had been a month since you had screamed, slammed the door, and walked away from Kayce and your two-year relationship. But you couldn't do it anymore, especially with what had happened to you. Kayce's father had many enemies and one had taken it too far with you. You had been threatened in a bathroom by two guys, a gun pointed at your head. They had roughed you up and would have done more had someone not called security on the sounds you all were making.

You had cried in Kayce's arm that night, but next morning the truth came out that John had been the reason they went after you. He didn't do a deal he knew would point back to you first, and then him. Kayce had tried to reason with you, everything up to promising he'd run away with you, but you couldn't do that.

So, you walked away.

"Hi," You blinked back at Kayce.

"Hi," Kayce nodded.

While he looked good to you, Kayce also looked about as tired as you felt. He also had a dark black bruise under his left eye, and you had to stop yourself from asking about him...you couldn't care like that anymore, right?

"What are you doing?" You asked instead.

"Needed something," Kayce shrugged. "You?"

"Need some wood," You pointed down the aisle.

"I can help," Kayce pushed his cart to the side and stepped back to let you through.

"That's okay," You shook your head.

"I don't mind," Kayce gave you a small smile.

You took a deep breath and pushed your cart down the aisle, stopping when you came to the wood you wanted. Kayce grabbed three pieces for you and placed them carefully in your cart. An act that you would have done one piece at a time.

"Your fence broken?" Kayce asked.

"Yeah," You nodded. "Just the top part, but I thought I'd fix another section I'd been meaning to do."

"Sorry about that," Kayce glanced to the ground.

He was right, you had asked Kayce to help you fix the other part over a year ago but you two never got around to it.

"No, it's okay," You said. "Thank you for the help."

"Anytime," Kayce put his hands in his pockets. "Do you need help with the fence?"

You looked at him for a second.

"That's not your job anymore, Kace..." You felt your shoulders slump.

"I can still help you," Kayce shrugged.

"I know you can," You sighed. "But I don't think it's a good idea."

"Why's that?" He asked.

"Because I feel like I wanna cry in the middle of this aisle just by looking at you," You licked your lips.

"I don't want to upset you," Kayce shifted on his feet. "I-I just...I just miss you."

You closed your eyes for a few seconds, letting his words wash over you. Anyone else would have never wanted to see you again after the horrible things you screamed at him. But here he was, saying the words you couldn't.

"I miss you too," You opened your eyes with tears now.

"You do?" Kayce asked.

"Of course, I do," You breathed out, wiping your eyes. "Kayce, I still love you."

Kayce took two steps toward you, grabbing your face and pressing his lips to yours. You arms wrapped around him, feeling your muscles relax against his for the first time in a long month. You knew you were still crying, but Kayce's thumbs caught your tears as he held you close to him.

"I love you," Kayce whispered in between kisses. "I'm so sorry."

"I'm sorry," You sniffed, your lips brushing his. "I-I just c-couldn't do it anymore...I didn't know how to fight back so I fought you."

"It's okay," Kayce kissed you again, one of his arms wrapping around your back.

"I was horrible to you," You cried.

"You only said the truth," Kayce ran his fingers through your hair.

You took a shaky breath.

"You didn't deserve what I said to you," You sighed.

"It's in the past now," Kayce whispered, kissing your lips sweetly now. "But please come back to me?"

"What about your father?" You asked nervous.

"Let me fight that battle for you," Kayce said. "I promise he won't go after you again."

You looked into his eyes and believed him.

"Uh...excuse me?" A sales associate was standing to the side. "Do you need help finding anything?"

"Fuck off!" Kayce snapped and you pulled him closer to you.

"No, thank you," You smiled sweetly at the associate. "We're good."

The associate nodded and walked away. You detangled yourself from Kayce and the two of you pushed your cart up to the front to check out. Once Kayce unloaded the wood into your truck, he shut the bed and looked at you.

"Sure, you don't need help with that fence?" He smiled at you.

"Now that you mention it," You giggled. "I do think it would be easier with two people."

"Most activities are," Kayce led you to the passenger's side and helped you in.