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"NECESSARY STEPS"

Young Kieran ^^^ idk what age he is in this but I tried

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Young Kieran ^^^ idk what age he is in this but I tried. I drew this like a couple of months ago so it's a little wonky... 😭 I hope you enjoy it though.

warnings; mentions of child abuse and neglect

Kieran didn't change his routine from what he normally did

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Kieran didn't change his routine from what he normally did. It was a given. But now that you knew it was bodyguard business or something to do with his father's work, you had somewhat less anxiety around the whole ordeal. And it gave you a little wiggle room; room to figure out what else he was hiding.

You tried asking him about his clients and whoever he was protecting, but he was quick to shut it down and say it was confidential. You supposed that made sense. In truth, you avoided asking him anything, not wanting him to realize you suspected something. If he knew you knew he was hiding something, he would try his best to hide it harder.

That was just how Kieran was. You were slowly starting to realize that.

He bent over the back of the couch and kissed your cheek, mumbling sweet nothings about how much he adored you. His hand twisted around to tilt your head towards him, pecking your lips gently.

You leaned your head back to look up at him. Curiosity got the better of you. "Where are you going?"

He raised an eyebrow and smiled, his eyes softening. "Mm, I can't tell you. It's a surprise."

That's new.

Kieran was a doting husband, he often kissed you whenever he liked, and he enjoyed gifting you presents. But he was never the type of man to make you wait for things; he knew that he wasn't good at surprises of any kind. The last time he surprised you was a long time ago, in high school, around your birthday. It turned to chaos when he accidentally smashed the entire cake all over you. He was mortified for weeks.

You leaned into him and glanced at his hands. They were wrapped in bandages, touched with an edge of red, and you wondered if he busted them worse than he did before. Who did he fight to hurt his hands enough to get bandages? Did they punch back just as hard? Did he have bruises you couldn't see? Questions tumbled back and forth in your head. Your fingers brushed against his hands and he stiffened up like a board, his lips pursing into a thin white line.

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⏰ Last updated: Jan 21 ⏰

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