Oneshots - Kayce Dutton

A Happy Christmas

Request - It's Kayce and Y/N first Christmas together and John and everyone else is there too everyone is opening stocking and gifts until the food is ready. John and the rest of the family are just used to seeing sad/serious Kayce like how he was with Monica but on Christmas morning he is showing Y/N lots of sweet PDA even kissing her under the mistletoe in front of everyone (they never saw that romantic side of him when he was with Monica).

You turned around in Kayce's arm to find him awake and watching you with hooded eyes. It was Christmas morning and you both knew a certain nine-year-old would come bounding into the bedroom soon. But for the next few minutes you offered Kayce a sleepy smile and snuggled into his chest.

"Morning," Kayce's voice was rough from sleep.

"Merry Christmas," You sighed against him.

"Merry Christmas," Kayce pressed a kiss to your forehead.

This would be your first official Christmas with Kayce and his family. Last Christmas, you and Kayce were very much in the early talking stages, maybe a few drunk make-outs at the bar had happened, but you didn't spend the holiday with him. You certainly didn't spend it here on his family's ranch.

But over the past year you and Kayce had formed a strong and healthy relationship. You both had past toxic relationships, which made the work you both put into this one even more important. You were also very private with your relationship with Kayce, holding it in a special place. Kayce would be a little more open with your relationship. You chalked it up to his last marriage, and how guarded he was before it spiraled out of control and ended in a nasty divorce.

Your first big hurdle was Tate, which turned out to be your easiest one. Tate took a liking to you the day he met you, he fell in love with you after you took him fishing one afternoon. He told Kayce you were his best friend when you showed up at his school's spelling bee to cheer him on, even though he got out the third round.

While you were thinking of Tate you heard a door shut down the hallway.

"Incoming," Kayce whispered to you, making you giggle.

The door to the bedroom you were in opened and there was only a second to react before Tate was bouncing onto the bed and yelling for you both to wake up.

"Buddy, we're up," Kayce laughed.

"It's Christmas!" Tate was lit up like a Christmas tree, his smile huge across his face as he looked at both of you.

You leaned up from Kayce's arm and pulled Tate into a hug. The kid let you snuggle him back, something he didn't do with hardly anyone else. You felt Kayce pull you both back against the pillow, Tate now in between you both.

"Merry Christmas," You smiled at Tate. "Do you think Santa came?"

Tate looked at his father.

"Guess there's only one way to know for sure?" Kayce shrugged.

"Y/N!" Tate sat up. "We gotta get downstairs!"

Tate wiggled over Kayce and when his feet hit the floor he ran back over to the door.

"Give us a minute, Tate," Kayce yawned, sitting up himself.

Tate rolled his eyes but said he was going to put his socks on and went back down the hall to his room. You leaned over and kissed Kayce's cheek before stretching. The two of you got out of bed and quickly got ready for the morning, staying in your pajamas of course.

"It's only seven?" You asked as you glanced at the clock.

You were putting on a pair of wool socks.