Kim's POV
"You two are the definition of toxic. Weren't you just fighting like cats last week?" Khloé asked, walking in on us cuddled up on the couch.
"It's called maturing, Khloé," I said.
"Says the woman blackmailing her ex's wife using her nudes," Khloé retorted.
"What?" Y/n interjected.
"She had it coming," I explained.
I shrugged before settling back into Y/n's arms. We had been cuddled up on the couch for some time now, chatting and scrolling through socials.
"Are we talking about Bianca?" Y/n asked.
"Bingo! Your cougar here has Bianca's nudes," Khloé revealed.
"Kimberly?! Wha-when? Where did you get them from?" Y/n exclaimed.
"From you," I confessed.
"Me?!" Y/n shrieked, sitting up and almost throwing me off him and the couch, but he quickly caught me.
"You almost dropped me," I remarked, holding onto Y/n as he almost lost his grip.
"I've never had Bianca's private pictures," Y/n admitted.
"You can say nudes, you're a grown man," I teased.
"Stop changing the subject," Y/n responded.
"Oh this is about to be good," Khloé, sensing the drama unfolding, mumbled to herself as she sat on the couch opposite to the one Y/n and I were on.
I continued to explain, "She sent them to you one night. She kept calling, and I saw them, so I sent them to myself before deleting them off your phone."
I explained this nonchalantly, as it didn't seem like a big deal. He didn't need to see those pictures anyway.
"When was this?" Y/n asked.
"Like months back, almost six now," Khloé chimed in.
Y/n seemed deep in thought before bursting into laughter.
"You're crazy, Noel. Remind me never to cross you again," he said.
"I'll be sure to," I replied.
Khloé, ever the observer, couldn't help but comment, "So we're just gonna ignore that you two are all sweet and couple-y towards each other now?"
"We've been going to therapy and just talking, getting our shit together," I explained.
"Therapy is actually nice," Y/n admitted. He had always expressed his dislike for therapy, but now he's the one who reminds me of our therapy sessions.
At this point, I don't think we need them as much, maybe just the occasional check-in. We're in a good place with each other right now.
"How many times have y'all fucked so far?" Khloé asked.
"Unfortunately, zero. I'm still kinda in the dog house," Y/n replied, sulking dramatically from beside me.
"Until you finish those detox vitamins, I don't need your little guy anywhere near me," I teased.
"HEY! He's not little, and you damn well know that," Y/n retorted.
"I mean, you have hyped him up a ton, Kim," Khloé added.
"I just never wanted to bruise his ego," I confessed.
"That's cold, Noel, even for you," Y/n said, faking hurt. He got up and walked away, leaving Khloé and me to laugh and catch up.
