Timeless • A Kyle Kuzma Fanfiction

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kyle

"Daddy, your feet stink."

I turn my eyes away from the TV to look over at Blake with a faux offended expression. She crinkles her nose at me and goes back to watching the movie as if she didn't randomly insult me. This wasn't new. After Astin insisted we take a couple steps back a few months ago, we've done just that. Blake and I however, were getting closer and closer everyday. Her mom lets her spend the weekend at my place when we don't have a game or she has a meeting or if she has to make a quick trip back to Atlanta. With all the time Blake and I spend together, I've started to realize that Astin might've been right when she said I really didn't know her.

For one, the kid is blunt as hell. For a three year old, she had a strong vocabulary and even stronger opinions. Yesterday when Astin dropped her off for the night because she would be recording late, Blake made sure to let me know that she didn't like her living accommodations.

"This bed is too small. I'm going to fall right off."

Now mind you, I had taken one of the queen size beds out of one of my guest rooms and replaced it with a twin sized one because I thought it'd fit her better. Because you know, she's three. But I was wrong, clearly, and I had to call the movers to bring in a queen sized canopy bed for the little brat (said with love).

For two, she had an elective palette. Her words, not mine. A couple weekends ago she was crying to come see me so she came and spent the night. We had just come back from a little roadtrip so I didn't have much for us to eat the next day. It was early so I asked if she wanted me to fix some breakfast corndogs, right? I grew up on them and thought my kid would like them too. Turns out, my kid didn't even know what a corndog was and was disgusted at her first taste.

"Daddy, these taste so fake. It's an insult to my elective palette."

There was a whole list of things I had recently learned about Blake from our time together, but it really would take too long to list them all. Point is, I had learned a lot and therefore had become a better parent. I think. In my own opinion.

"What are you two watching?" I jump at the sound of Astin's voice.

"Home, mommy! It has auntie Rihanna in it!" Blake yells out even though Astin was right behind her. She smiles down at Blake before shifting her eyes to me. She nudges her head to the back and I immediately get up and follow her. "We'll be back Blake!"

"Hey."

"Hey." I answer, waiting to hear where this is going.

"How was she? From our call last night I'm guessing she got you with the bed?" I flinch and fold my arms over my chest. 

"She told you about that?" I already know the answer from Astin's smirk and I can't help the groan that comes out.

"She tells me everything. Including how you called me your wife."

I look over Astin's face for a second. No curled lip, no funneled eyebrow, no tilted eye- this seems like a safe place. "She asked me why your parents were going out of town and I said because they're married. Then she asked me what married is and I told her that's what we were."

I see her faint eye twitch and grab her face before she can say something she probaby won't regret, but should. "Hey, there's no harm done. You already know I plan on being together forever." I give her a couple pecks and kiss her forehead before stepping back. "How was recording?"

"It was okay; much of the usual. By the way, you're not off the hook, but I'm letting it slide."

I give her a grin and raise an eyebrow. "So....I'm off the hook?"

She rolls her eyes and starts taking out the groceries she'd brought.

"Aht, I'm hearing that you agree to this marriage. Mrs. Kuzma, it has a nice ring to it, no?"

"No." She replies in a deadpan voice but I can see that beautiful smile pulling at her corners. I wrap my arms around her waist and kiss her neck.

"We're basically already married," I murmur. I can feel her pulse speed up and smirk. "All we'd have to do to make it official is sign a couple papers." She fiddles with her necklace and I take her hand in mine. "This would look so much better on your left ring finger."

"K-Kyle..."

I step back, knowing I was pushing it. But damn, it felt good.

"Blake!" I call. We hear some shuffling before she comes in, her horse themed blanket behind her. I pick her up and put her on my hip where she quickly gets comfortable.

"What do y'all want for dinner?" Astin asks, turning to face us.

We share a look before screaming, "Chocolate!"

"You are a terrible, terrible influence on my child. And if I find out that you've been feeding her chocolate for dinner, I'm going to beat your a-s-s."

I laugh and kiss Blake's forehead. I'd only done it once after Blake had beat me in a game of Connect 4 because I promised her I would. I did tell her that she couldn't tell her mom otherwise we both would be getting some pop pops. She understood and from then on it's been our little secret.

"Seriously, what do you guy's want to eat?"

"Your macaroni casserole sounds really good, baby." I say seriously, finally taking in the bags under her eyes. "Hey, Blake. Go to your room for a little bit. I need to talk to your mommy." She looks between us a couple times before sliding out of my arms and leaving.

"You're not working too hard are you?" I ask, holding her chin so she couldn't look away.

"I'm doing my job."

"You look tired."

"I am tired. I've been tired for the last four years. It's called being a mom; you get used to it after awhile."

I roll my eyes. "Don't blame it on Blake. You've been recording after three a.m. for a couple days every week now. Maybe you take a step back." I frown. Astin was the queen of burning herself out. Even on her off days she would resign to doing impossible tasks that would only leave her tired and stressed. I understood she had to grow up fast, not just because of Blake, but because of her family. But damn, sometimes she acts as if she isn't a millionaire with damn near billionaire parents and it was annoying as hell.

"Kyle, baby, I'm fine. Don't worry about me. You just need to focus on how you're going to help your team finish off this season. And then," She wraps her arms around my neck. "We can take a vacation, just me and you, some stupidly clear water and a really big bed. I mean, boat."

Judging by her eyes, it was clear that she did in fact, mean bed. She knew how to make me cave and this was it. We still hadn't had sex. Not that I minded, because she had a talented mouth and getting her off pleased me just as much as it did her, but would I mind it? No. Even though at this rate, our first time would definitely result in another Blake.

"I don't see us getting much further so I'm holding you very close to that, Mrs. Kuzma."

She bites her lip and kisses me softly before pulling away. "Deal, Mr. Kuzma."