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by kaleiau

astin

I was pacing so much I'd probably started a draft throughout my entire building but I couldn't care less. I was meeting Kyle's mom in approximately an hour and forty six minutes. I didn't know what to wear, what to say, or how to act when I met her. Did she know Kyle was Blake's honorary guardian? Did she care? Was his siblings going to like me? It had been a long time since I had been nervous like this and the fact it was Kyle's first day back made it even worse.

A pair of long arms slither around my waist and pulls me into a hard chest as I stand in front of my mirror.

"Can you calm down?" He kisses my ear and I sigh.

"I can't! This is your mom! She's like, the number one most important person to you ever! I can't fuck this up! If she doesn't like me I'm gone, vamos!"

He laughs and holds me tighter, taking the skirt I was holding up to my body and throwing it to the side.

"She's going to love you. And even if she didn't I wouldn't leave you. I like you too much for all that, and Lake Lea is like my best friend. Neither one of us is going anywhere no matter how tonight goes, okay? Get dressed." He slaps my butt and I glare at him through the corner of my eyes.

"I'm getting you back for that!" I call out to the retreating figure.

Asshole.

Kyle was so sure that everything was going to be fine and that his mom was going to like me- us, but what if she didn't? What if she honest to God took one look at my daughter and I and decided that we weren't the people she wanted her son to be with? I didn't think I could handle that.

I depended on Blake for damn near everything. He was my best friend, boyfriend, confidant, lover, teacher, and my whole ass heart. When he died I had no sense of who I was; I had built my entire identity around him and now I was lost. For months upon months I would only want to be around my daughter. She was the last piece of him I had and I didn't want to share her. It had took me so long to get it together enough to even be able to let other people comment on Blake's resemblance to him. I had swore I would never let anyone else get that close to my heart to where I didn't think I could live without them.

And now Kyle Alexander Kuzma was getting there slowly but surely. I had built very solid walls around myself and he jumped over them. Whenever I shut down on him he just rebooted me and whenever I started to back track our relationship he only pushed me forward. He was a staple in my life now and I could only hope he'd become a nail.

That is, if Karri Kuzma didn't ruin it.

Kyle could say it didn't matter what happened tonight all he wanted but I knew if his mom didn't take me he wouldn't either.

I groan and throw all my clothes to the side, pressing my palms into my eyes to stop any hot tears.

"Astin," Kyle murmurs, wrapping his arms securely around me. "What's wrong, babe?"

"I want her to love me. I want her to think of me as her own because I know if she doesn't neither will you." I manage to get out between sputtered breaths.

Kyle sets me down on the small couch in my closet and gets on his knees in front of me before grabbing my hands in his.

"Astin, I want you to look me in my eyes when I say this so you can fully understand," I nod and lock eyes with him. "My mom not liking you won't change anything between us. Okay, we've got something good here, hell we've got something great and I wouldn't let this go. She'll come around if she doesn't like you, baby; she'll have to because you're not going anywhere. I love you too much for that."

My heart skips ten beats and I can feel my eyes getting watery. "Don't say that if you don't mean that, Kuzma. I'm serious."

He shrugs. "What? That I love you? I do, I have, I don't know what took me so long to say it."

"Took you 'so long'? We've barely been together for 'long' to be a thing."

He shrugs again. "Huh, you're right. Doesn't change how I feel about you though. Get dressed now, seriously."

He pecks my lips and raises up, walking out the door as if he hadn't just said the big 3.

I'm still putting the pieces together when he pops his head into the doorway again.

"Oh and As? I love you."

a/n: the end.

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