Reteach Me | Kylo Ren x Reader

Chapter Twelve | Suspicions

Griffin hadn't stopped apologizing to you during his entire bath. Your heart had broken so badly for him, none of this was his fault and you knew it had torn him apart to know he had lost control over the one thing he had an iron clad control over in this entire situation. You assured him that it was fine, that you knew and Kylo Ren knew he hadn't done it on purpose, lying to him and telling him Kylo knew that accidents like these happen. He didn't pee in his pants with malicious intent, or at least you hoped he didn't. Suddenly the thought of Griffin wetting himself just to make Kylo angry wasn't that bad. You chuckled to yourself, what a subtle way to get pay back.

You had used a nearby towel to dry Griffin off, you hadn't noticed the smaller blue one tucked underneath of the one that you grabbed until it fell down onto the floor, Kylo really had thought of everything! As soon as he was dry, however, you remembered that you had forgotten to grab the suitcase during your flight into the small bathroom. In your head you whispered "fuck," you really needed to start thinking before acting-you were afraid of becoming Kylo Ren with that kind of mentality.

As if Kylo was listening from outside, he opened the door without even knocking and strode proudly in with an entire outfit for his son: A bright yellow shirt, jean shorts, and underwear for him. He was composed, not a hint of anger on his face. Griffin looked up at him with his mouth agape, clutching his towel around him tightly. Everything that he had ever been taught about his father was being proven wrong today; Kylo Ren was not harming or killing or yelling at anyone, he had kept him fed and entertained and even clothed. Kylo had not yelled at him or spoken to him with mean words as people had often told Griffin he did, he spoke to him with dignity and respect, like the little human Griffin was. You had to say, even you were impressed by Kylo's actions. But then again, this was his miracle son, you were sure Kylo would never harm a hair on Griffin's head after seeing how he interacted with him so far.

Kylo squatted down and grabbed a hold of the towel that surrounded Griffin's body, before he pulled he looked over at you seemingly for permission. Through long, wet and clumped black eyelashes Griffin stared at Kylo, releasing his hold on the towel for him. That action in and of itself told you how much Griffin's perception of Kylo changed over the past few hours that you were here. You felt so defeated, so disappointed that your son had come to tolerate the man that had beaten you so many times. But for some reason, at the same time, you were content with the outcome. It always upset you when Finn would wind Griffin up and sent him on "I hate Kylo Ren" tangents around the house, often role playing with his toys him beating Kylo up or even killing him. At the end of the day, the fact still remained that Kylo was Griffin's father, and you just couldn't justify Griffin hating him. You decided to let Kylo have a little bit of fun with Griffin, nodding your head ever so slightly to his silent request to dress his own son.

Kylo looked down at Griffin, his nervousness clear as day by his slow, jittery fingers. Griffin looked down at himself as Kylo removed the towel, letting it drop to the ground behind him. Kylo gathered up the shirt and put it over Griffin's head, aiding him with getting his arms through the sleeves as well. "Hold onto me." He said, looking Griffin in the eye. Griffin of course obeyed without question, steadying himself on Kylo's arms while Kylo helped him into his undies and his pants.

You sat in complete awe at the scene as it played out before you. Sure Kylo had been gentle with both you and Eli, but this was something completely new. He was so gentle, handling Griffin like he was a porcelain doll. Those same hands that were strong enough to kill millions of people and to beat you black and blue, possessed the same ability to slowly slip a small shirt on a small person. It was such an amazing, beautiful sight.

Once Kylo had finished dressing Griffin he stopped to take a moment to just look at him. You were sure Kylo was just as captivated as you were. This was the first real, hands on interaction he had with his son. He didn't get to feel him kick when he was in your belly, he didn't get to hold him after he was born. He didn't get to help him take his first steps, or feed him his first solid food, or even get him dressed for his first day of preschool. His first ever interaction with his son was dressing him after a bath, and you were sure Kylo loved every second of it.