The Ones For Him

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Levi's POV: Three weeks later...

"Levi?" I stopped my pacing around the room and looked at the bed, seeing Quincy rubbing his eyes before looking at me, "Come back to bed, it's the middle of the night and you're gonna be tired tomorrow."

I sighed but agreed, so I moved back between him and Kai and wrapped my arms around them. They both snuggled into my sides and I kissed their heads, closing my eyes and forcing myself to sleep.

I woke up again later on in the morning to notice that both Kai and Quincy were gone from the bed. I looked at the clock on the bedside table, seeing that it was past nine in the morning. I stretched my body, then finally got out of bed, heading to the bathroom to do my morning routine.

Once I finished, I went downstairs to the kitchen and found Dom making breakfast. I walked up behind him and peeked over his shoulder, seeing that he was cutting up some vegetables for what looked to be ingredients for omelets.

"Are you hungry?"

"Yeah, are you almost done?"

Dom chuckled, but nodded, "Yeah, I just need to finish these last few things."

I nodded but just watched him work. He didn't seem to mind until I accidentally bumped into him again for the umpteenth time since I began watching. He gave me a stern look which made me whine.

"I'm sorry..."

He stared at me with a blank expression, making me feel nervous. I fidgeted with my hands and looked down, hearing a laugh ring out a few moments later.

I looked up at Dom and saw him with his head thrown back before he looked back at me with a neutral expression. "You're definitely fun to tease."

He went back to making the omelets and I scoffed, bumping into him again, but this time, harder. Dom pulled on my hair before I could run away so I whimpered and looked up at him.

"That hurt, Dom..."

"Yeah, because it wasn't meant to feel good, Levi."

I pouted and hugged his back since he was turned away from me and facing the stove. I laid my head on his shoulder and stared at the side of his face, waiting for him to look at me.

"Dom, look." He didn't look at me, "Oh, no...Dom, what happened?!"

Still no response. "Dom? Dom! Domi-boy? Sir, are you deaf? Can you hear me? Are you ok? Do you need immediate help, Sir?"

I gasped, "Are you having an aneurysm, Dom?!"

He still didn't look at me, so I sighed and squinted at him, letting him add the ingredients for the next omelette. He finished the whole batch so once he placed the last omelet on the stack, I bit his neck.

Dom tensed and turned his head slightly to the left to look at me. "Did you need something?"

"Mhm," I pulled my head back, then spun him around, "I need you to forgive me."

"I don't need to do anything." He crossed his arms and stared at me.

I raised my brow at him, then whined when he gave me a pointed look. "No..."

"Yes."

"No."

"Now."

I immediately kneeled and looked up at him. "Dom, will you please forgive me? I'm sorry that I bumped into you too much while you were cooking. Please, forgive me?"