Oneshots - Kayce Dutton Book 2

We ain't our fathers

Request - The reader is 7 months pregnant and has a strained relationship with her father. when she goes to visit him for something he tries to do something stupid and Kayce steps in to make sure she doesn't get hurt. Maybe the dads like Frank Gallagher?

"I still don't think you should come in," You mumbled as Kayce turned down your old street. 

"Babe, you've told me plenty of stories about your father," Kayce gripped the steering wheel. "I'm not letting you go in there alone...let alone seven months pregnant." 

"I handled my father before I even knew you," You rolled your eyes. 

"Maybe so," Kayce nodded. "But you have my child inside you now and I'm not taking a chance of him doing something stupid to you or him." 

"You don't know if it's a boy," You sighed, rubbing your belly. 

"It's a boy," Kayce nodded. "Duttons are good at making boys." 

"What about your sister?" You laughed. 

"Guess God took some pity on my mother," Kayce pulled up to the address you had given him. 

Your childhood home was nothing to shake a stick at, but for a few years, it was a nice place. Until your father got laid off and turned to the whiskey bottle. Your mother divorced him when you were ten, but you stayed with your father. Montana was the only place you'd ever known and you weren't about to leave it just because she couldn't take it anymore. 

"Last chance?" You asked Kayce. 

"Let's go," Kayce turned the truck off and got out. 

You sighed and opened your door, The two of you walked up the driveway and over to the front door. Kayce stood close to you as you knocked loudly, the doorbell having been broken since you were thirteen. A few seconds passed and the door opened. 

You smelled your father before he even opened his mouth. Kayce placed his hand on the small of your back as your father's eyesight adjusted to what was in front of him. 

"Y/N?" Your father asked as if he didn't believe it. 

"Hey, Dad," You nodded. "How are you?" 

"The fuck are you doin' here?" Your father slurred. 

You took a deep breath as your father's eyes looked at Kayce. 

"The fuck are you?" He asked Kayce. 

"Dad." You stepped a little more in front of Kayce. "I'm just here to get my old crib from the attic." 

Your dad blinked his eyes at you again. 

"What?" He asked. 

"My old baby crib?" You asked. "It was in the attic and I just need to get it out and then I'll be gone." 

Your father's eyes moved down to your baby bump. 

"Holy shit," Your father exclaimed and you winced, his eyes looking back at Kayce. "That yours?"

"Sir, we just want to get the crib," Kayce tried. 

"Look at you," Your father smirked at you. "Got knocked up by a fucking Dutton." 

You frowned, wondering how your father knew who Kayce was until you remembered he had on a Yellowstone jacket.  You took another deep breath. 

"Dad...please," You tried again. "Just let me get the crib and I'll leave." 

"How long has it been?" Your dad leaned against the doorframe. 

"A while," You nodded. 

"And the first time you come back here you're wanting something from me?" He looked at Kayce. "She's always wanting something ain't she? Bet she's want a whole lot from you, huh?" 

"Dad," You sighed. 

"I can't talk to the fucking father of my future grandchild?" Your dad snapped at you. 

"What're you drinking?" Kayce asked and you looked horrified at him over your shoulder. 

"Huh?" Your dad looked confused by Kayce's question. 

"Pour me a glass," Kayce nodded, rubbing your back. "Let's have a drink and Y/N can get the crib." 

"Shit..." Your father grinned. "I like you...come in." 

You and Kayce stepped inside the house after your father. He walked over to the kitchen while Kayce nodded at you to go get the crib as he followed your father. 

You moved as quickly as you could, opening up the hallway door and slowly walking up the stairs. Once inside, you found the small, white crib. It was folded up and still in the old box. Sure, there were better cribs out there now, but there was something special about your baby having the same crib you did. 

You were able to get it down the stairs, as it hardly weighed anything at all. After leaning it against the wall, you walked back into the kitchen area, hearing your father talking. 

"I was the sheriff's son," Your dad's hands were animated with the story he was telling Kayce. "Ain't no one messed with me 'cause my daddy would have their hide if they did!" 

His glass was already empty, but Kayce's barely looked touched. His warm eyes found yours and you gave him a short nod to tell him you were done. 

"Those were the days," Your father sighed contently. 

"Cheers, Mr. Y/L/N," Kayce nodded and stood up. "I gotta get her back though." 

"You always causing problems," Your father looked at you. 

"I learned that from you," You said before you could stop yourself. 

Your father tried to slap you but Kayce was faster, reaching out and holding your father's arm away from you. You could tell Kayce's hold was painful as your father cried out and whimpered. Kayce pushed him back into one of the barstools and then shoved his arm back. 

"I'm gonna say this once," Kayce leaned in close to your father. "You touch her, you even come near her...ever again and I will put you in the fucking ground." 

You felt yourself stop breathing. No one had ever stood up to your father in your life. 

"We understood?" Kayce snapped. 

Your father slowly nodded his head, his eyes wide. Kayce leaned back up and turned around, pushing you gently forward in front of him to the front door. He picked up the crib box as you opened the door for both of you. 

You were almost back to the ranch by the time Kayce looked over at you. You had been staring straight ahead as he drove, thinking about what you just witnessed. 

"Sorry if I overstepped," Kayce said to you. 

"No," Your head turned to look at him. "I just never...no one's ever done that. I used to think that it was because I was the one who was wrong...when I was a kid I used to think I should be like my father because I thought people respected him. I grew up and learned it was because people were afraid of him." 

"Father's can be...difficult," Kayce sighed. 

"Yeah," You smiled at him as he pulled into the ranch. "I guess we can thank God we ain't our fathers?" 

"We ain't them," Kayce nodded at you in agreement.