Timeless • A Kyle Kuzma Fanfiction

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I basically float to Blake's room, my head feeling lighter than air itself. There was no going back now; I had to at least try with Kyle. I still wasn't too keen on letting Blake see what had happened in the kitchen, but it bound to come out at sometime. Unless we fall apart before we even start. Which hopefully (fingers crossed) doesn't happen.

"Mommy, can I wear this?" Blake asks, holding up a princess bathing suit that has a tutu on it.

"Sure baby. Bring me your chair and bucket please." I settle on her bed while she pushes her small pink chair in from of me with her hair care bucket sitting on it. I grab it off and she replaces it, already holding her head down. I can't help but smile at that.

"How do you feel about Kyle?" I ask, unraveling the twists Ash must've put into her head.

"He's awesome! He beat uncle AJ at Chuck E. Cheese's! And he brought us waffles and sausages."

"What would you say if mommy said she liked Kyle?"

She doesn't say anything for awhile and the only sound you could really hear is the sound of the spray bottle and brush.

"Would Kyle be my daddy?" I stop and turn her chair around to face me. This is exactly what I wanted to avoid.

"No. You remember what we told you about your daddy right?"

She nods. "He has my name but he had to go to the sky before I was born. You loved him very much." It breaks my heart to hear her say that but I nod nevertheless.

"Exactly, so why would you think Kyle is your daddy?"

"Because he's here."

"Blake," I cough out. This isn't something I thought I'd have to talk about so early. "Daddy would be here if he could."

"Kyle calls me princess. Does that make him the King?"

I turn her back around and sigh. "No, Blake. It makes Kyle, Kyle and you, a princess."

The front door opens and I shout to Kyle that I'm in Blake's room.

"Look at my swim suit!" Blake holds up her piece for him to see as he settles in next to me on her bed.

"I love it! Princess for the princess." She gives me a pointed look before turning back so I can finish her bun. She's entirely too smart for her own good.

"You can change in the bathroom. Uh, I still don't have my car so we can go pick it up from parents or we can just ride in yours. Although I don't want her in that small ass Porsche."

"Mommy! Bad word!"

"Sorry, Blake." I glance at Kyle and roll my eyes. "Seriously though, is it safe for her to be in there?"

He stands and starts walking towards the door. "Do you think I'd let her in it if I didn't think it was?"

"Touché. Go change." He leaves and I finish Blake's little braids in the front.

"Turn to mommy." She gets up and turns around while I finish adding gel to any spots that aren't laying down.

Kyle comes back in with a T-shirt and brown shorts and I have to physically stop myself from grinning.

"Blake, I have to show Kyle something really quick, okay?"

She nods and I lead Kyle into my room.

"We're already to the bedroom stage? Not complaining, just wondering."

"Weren't you just in here because I was mad at you for interacting with my child?" I raise an eyebrow as him and I open the doors to my clothes room.

"I brought you in here because," I find what I'm looking for and hold it behind my back. "we can match!" I hold up the brown bikini and he looks from it, to me, and back again.

"You," He questions. I nod. "in that?" I nod again and he wraps his arms around my waist.

"If someone tries to make a move on you I'm going to beat they ass, but for me to look at, I love it."

I grin. "Okay let me go get us dressed."

I start to actually skip away before he catches me. He's fine and all, but I really wish he would stop doing that.

"We aren't...showing us in front of her are we?"

"No. Not even a little, Kyle. I mean it."

He holds his hands up in defense. "I'm just asking. But if we're not, I want something to hold me over." He kisses me and I unconsciously smile. Words can't explain how much I've missed this.

"Okay, horny boy, I've got a child to get ready." He whines and I just laugh. Childish. I quickly get Blake and I dressed both for the sake of time and also me realizing Kyle was still in my room when I left.

We step out in matching white coverups and I knock on my own room door to let Kyle see we're ready.

His head snaps up from something and it drops to the grown, whatever it is thankfully not breaking.

"What are you looking at?" I ask, as he picks it and tries to put it back as if I hadn't already seen it.

He stands in front of what I can now tell is a picture frame and I only have to look around a little bit to see which one of my pictures is missing.

"Did you find my baby shower interesting?"

He looks away and I roll my eyes, grabbing the digital frame and propping it back up. I sigh when I see the picture he was looking at.

"Why?" I ask, folding my arms across my chest.

"What?" He plays dumb.

"You already knew that was Blake so why were you looking at it? Honest."

He shrugs and picks Blake up. "Not important. You ready for the water park, your highness?"

Blake starts clapping loudly and laughing as he zooms out of my room with her on his back. I look at the picture frame once more before grabbing our bags and closing the door shut behind me.