cannibal; kendall roy

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Kendall Roy came back to New York with a big fucking grin. He felt like the city was actually fucking greeting him, arms wide open. He'd landed Pierce for well, ten billion, had a great standing relationship with his siblings for once, and had a son. Additionally, he loved his wife. Even if she wouldn't travel all over the place for him. He missed her.

The way she was so needy half of the time, he missed it, the feeling of her crawling up against him, or needing him for warmth. The way she had depended on him she'd carried their son. Marguerite Roy was her best for Kendall when she was at her lowest.

But she hadn't been needy for awhile.

Unless she was drunk.

Which was now teetering on every day.

He liked listening to her babble to him on the phone, occasionally hearing his son coo in the background. When her words were slurred, and her voice muffled from the pillow she shoved her head into.

Kendall liked it, and he loved her, a lot.

But he was back in New York.

For Connor's wedding rehearsal and for the wedding, for Waystar, for his family. For everything.

He was on top of the world.

And didn't know that Marguerite Roy was beginning to feel that way as well.

So he entered their home, expecting to find a drowsy brunette with a baby, there instead sat a brunette tapping away on her computer, baby next to her in a high chair. Both definitely awake.

He walks to his son first, running his fingers through his thick black hair and grins a little, picking up the baby, who seems to happy squirm when put into Kendall's arms. "Hi Ken..." he murmurs, pressing a kiss to his head "Daddy's back."

Then, he turns to Marguerite, stepping behind her, and watching as she changes tabs out of her emails and back onto the page for whatever baby site she'd been bulk ordering from.

Kendall runs a hand through her hair softly, playing with it a little, noticing that she'd gotten it done, or at least added color to it. It was lighter. Like how she'd done it during her Vogue days. "Hi hon." He presses a kiss to the top of her head "Miss me?"

She doesn't really know what to say. The easy answer would be yes.

So she goes with that.

"Of course I did" she turns around and stands up, pressing a kiss to his lips and then scooping their son out of his arms, and back into hers "How did it go? I don't remember much of what you told me."

"With uh, with what? Nan and Pierce?" Kendall questions, his hands steadying on her waist.

"Yeah, Ken. That." She bounces the baby a little, causing him to laugh.

"Be careful, Lou. He's a fucking baby. Not a bubble wand." He chastises before continuing "We uh, we offered ten billion."

"You don't have ten. Hell, none of you do." She says narrowing her eyes

"The sale gives me like what, two billion? Then Shiv and Roman a little less. We can make it work." He pulls her closer "We'll just pull together and squeeze."

"Don't ask me for any of it." She mutters

"What? You wouldn't help me?" He asks grinning, thinking she's joking.

"No."

"Why?"

"Because it's not yours to take. It's not mine either."

"It's in your name Lou, and it would barely be touching your pile."

She hated when he used the term pile. Hated it. "No."