Now that your mother has passed, it is Curtis' job to protect you and keep you safe. You didn't know that having your body was part of the bargain. And you don't care. Are you going to be able to teach Curtis as much as he teaches you?
Summary: Curtis will get to you, and his Snowbunny
Pairings: Curtis Everett X Reader
Rating: mild
Warnings: mild combat scenes, abuse towards Mason, language, 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 2.2K
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"Timmy, come here, buddy," you pull the little boy behind you glaring at the man in front of you. When Wilford doesn't make a move closer, you bend over, checking to make sure he was okay, "Are you hurt?" He shakes his head no, and points towards Wilford. "I know. People are often not as scary as their reputation makes them."
Wilford closes his eyes, and bows his head. His fingers twitching at his side, as his eyes look down at your body, "Clyde, go get our guests some more appropriate clothes. These rags — they'll never do," he walks closer to the table and sits down. Removing the cloche from his plate, gesturing to the two in front of him. Timmy makes a move to go closer, but you pull at his hand.
"I have no desire to hurt you, what is it that call Curtis, your husband," his voice mocks the word, and it makes you sick. Curtis had to be angry out of his mind. He'd cause a war on the whole train if it meant protecting you. "I'm sorry, that was rude of me. What does Curtis call you?"
"He calls her Aspen," you pull Timmy behind you, and your hand reflexively holds onto your belly. "She's having a baby. She thinks it's a boy, Curtis thinks it's a girl. Mom said it's definitely a girl because of the way she's carrying."
"Is it cold in the tail?" Wilford asks, taking a large bite of steak.
"It's cold everywhere," you answer, backing up from him. He made you nervous.
"It's warming up outside. I won't go into that just yet, though. No doubt your filthy husband was creating warmth in your bed," he gives you a bit of a growl, and slams your necklace on the table. "Where did you get this?"
"My mother. I didn't steal it, and neither did Curtis. She got on the train with that."
"Hmm, and Curtis, he has a matching mark on him?"
"How did you know that?"
"Aspen, what do you remember before the train?" You shake your head, because there's nothing you remember before. Only the train, and then Curtis. "Nothing? Not even going to the movies? What was your candy of choice?"
"Who are you?" He waves a hand in front of the table again. "Who are you?"
"The little boy, and the baby inside your belly are hungry. Sit down, and eat with me, Aspen. I will not explain myself twice. Should Curtis make it here, I will explain everything. Should he not, you and the baby will be removed from the tail. I hope he isn't a disappointment, dear Aspen. I have faith in him. And I have a divine plan for the both of you. Well, and that baby. And whoever can make it to the front. Sit. Down."
