Timeless • A Kyle Kuzma Fanfiction

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I've just stepped out the shower when our doorbell goes off.

Shit.

"Uh, one sec!" I hurriedly throw on my robe and rush to the door. I open it and see Kyle holding about three bags of carry out.

"Come in."

He follows me into the kitchen and before I can call Blake I'm being pulled into his arms.

"Kyl-"

"Are you..."

"Yes, I am. Please let go."

He steps back and rakes his eyes up my build. "I can tell why you didn't let me in your apartment before." I don't miss how he licks his lips or takes another look at me then opens the bags.

"I'm going to get Blake and get dressed okay?"

He nods as he starts taking out different trays. I basically sprint to my room where Blake is playing with her dolls. I throw on undergarments and a way oversized T-shirt before scooping up my baby and going back into the kitchen where Kyle was making plates.

"Hey, what did you get?" I ask, putting Blake in her high seat and sliding in next to him.

"I didn't know what you guys could or couldn't eat, besides turkey legs, so I got a lil bit of everything."

"Kyle, there's no way we're eating all this."

He shrugs and puts a plate in front of me. "That's fine." He pauses and takes me in. "Isn't that Brandon's shirt?"

I look down at the shirt I'm wearing and see that it is in fact B's shirt. "Yeah. He's my best friend remember?" I can tell that whatever he's thinking isn't good by how he keeps squinting at the top. "Kyle," I sigh, grabbing his wrist and dragging him to the table. "We're just friends. I have some of his clothes; it's no big deal. Sit." I gently press him into the seat across from Blake and bring their plates to the table.

"How'd you know to put her food on there and like that?" He'd put her food on her special princess plate and tore the pieces of waffle apart.

"She's two. I told you I know kids."

I hum and try to hide the smile on my face as I come back to the table with my own plate. Kyle brings his chair closer to mine and I shake my head. He knows I didn't want us to look too close in front of her.

"Hey Blake?" Her head snaps up and a piece of waffle hangs half out her mouth at the sound of her name.

"Do you like swimming?" I glare at Kyle because I know whatever he's implying is only going to have an impact on me. Blake nods heavily and starts going off on a tangent about learning how to swim and how she was a big girl because she did it all herself.

Kyle keeps that shit eating grin on his face as he listens to her drone on and when she (finally) takes a breath, he slickly slides in, "Do you want to go to a water park?"

Her eyes grow wide and I slam my foot on top of his even though it didn't do much because I was barefoot and he was still in his sneakers.

"Yes! Oh boy, oh boy!" She stands up in her chair and I shoot her a look that makes her immediately sit down again.

"Blake, don't move. Kyle, come here." I don't give him a chance to answer before grabbing him by his ear and pulling him up.

"Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow!"

I slam the door to my bedroom and push him. "What are you doing? We had such a good time the other night and now you're going to make me kick you out my apartment because you can't respect that I don't want you around my daughter? Or, not that I don't want you around her, I don't want her to get used to seeing you. Bringing us breakfast was nice and we appreciate it, but the water park idea? Are you kidding? You didn't even ask to see if I were okay with that! And now she's not going to let it go! So thank you Kyle! You've turned my day into a chlorine fest!"

His smile drops and he gulps. "I was listening to Brandon-"

"Brandon!? He's not the one in your position! He's not trying to get to know me as more than a friend! And you can say 'friends' after doing some more than friendly shit all you want but that doesn't change anything! I'll admit, I am attracted to you. You're funny and cute and sweet but you need to understand that I have a daughter and nothing and no one comes before her. Every thing I'm doing between us, is so she won't get hurt. If you could respect that, that'd be fucking fantastic!"

He tries to grab me and I move backwards. I didn't want him to touch or hold or hug - whatever he was going to do - me. I just wanted him to understand where I was coming from and why I was saying it.

"What you want me to say, Astin? I don't know, I'm sorry? I don't know what to say. You knew when I asked you to breakfast how I felt about you."

"Kyle can you just not? We can finish eating and then you can go, I guess."

He stands again and grabs my hands before I can move.

"I will scream bloody fucking murder." I glare, balling my hands into fists.

He rolls his eyes. "I'm not leaving you, or Blake for that matter. You didn't even give me a damn chance. All this effort I've put into what? The last four, five days? And you still haven't realized where I'm at with us?"

"Exactly! It's not even been a whole week of us knowing each other and we're already doing this," I gesture toward us. "That's weird AF! This is moving too fast and you don't even care!"

He moves to sit down again and takes me with him.

"You're acting like we've had sex and moved in together. We haven't even kissed or made any moves to be a couple. We've done one thing that could even be considered couple-ish and now you're saying we've gone too fast because I met Blake?"

I rub my forehead in frustration. "I don't care. I'm going to finish my food."

I get up and leave him in my room. I step into the kitchen to see Blake reaching over the table for my plate.

"Blake? What are you doing?"

"I want sausage!" I pick the sausage off my plate and hand to her. She settles back in her seat and eats it happily, oblivious of what happened in my room. Lucky. Kyle finally comes out and sits next to me.

"Kyleeee." Blake strings out. I hold my fork a little tighter.

"Yes princess?" My fork clings against my plate and I pinch his thigh.

"When are you taking me to the water park?"

We share a look and I scoff. His promise. His problem.