My belly aches from laughing so hard. It’s the best Christmas I’ve had. Well, since my grandmother died, that is. It felt like a family, the house filled with love and warmth, something my parents’ house severely lacks. And as much as I’ve loved today, I’m not going to lie and say I’m not happy I’ve now got Killian to myself.
I head into the kitchen to make a coffee and while I’m busying myself, I feel Killian hovering by the door. Out the corner of my eye, he’s shuffling his feet awkwardly, shifting from foot to foot.
I turn to him, my hand finding my hip. “You shuffle any more you’ll start to moonwalk. What’s wrong?”
He huffs a laugh, scratching the back of his head. “I uh, I got you something.”
He crosses the room, dropping a small red gift bag into my palm before leaning back against the kitchen island opposite me, crossing his arms over his wide chest.
“Killian, if I’d known we were doing presents…”
“Don’t worry about it.”
“But I didn’t get you anything.”
“You’re here with me, that’s all I need. Now, open it.”
“Yes,Daddy,” I tease.
“Fuck me,Kaia,” he groans, his eyes darkening. “Don’t say shit like that if you’re planning on getting out of bed in the morning.”
“Assuming we even make it to bed.” I smirk.
He adjusts himself through his jeans. “Open the fucking bag.”
I go to open my mouth, a second or two away from calling him daddy again and he must see it in my eyes.
“Don’t you fucking dare,” he grumbles, but there’s an amused undertone in his voice.
I giggle as I untie the ribbon and open the bag, pulling out a silver metal bracelet. There are three thin rigid pieces of metal that make up the structure of the bracelet, a few tiny silver flowers on the outer pieces, but placed in the middle is a silver butterfly.
“You know the spare bike wheel in the garage? It’s made out of the spokes,” Killian explains.
My eyes flick to his. “Youmadethis?”
“Did it when you were at work. It’s no big deal.” He shrugs.
“What? Of course, it’s a big deal! It’s amazing.”
“Alex helped with the soldering, and making the butterfly and the flowers.”
“But.Why?” I blurt out.
He pushes off from the counter and takes the bracelet from me, helping me slide my hand through. “Your necklace is important to you because of your grandma, I wanted to give you something that represents me…Us.”
“Killian,” I breathe out, tears stinging my eyes. “I… I don’t know what to say…” I’m speechless, literally stunned into silence.
“I know it’s stupid—”
“No. Not it’s not stupid at all,” I interject. “Killian, this is the most thoughtful gift anyone’s ever given me.” I reach up onto my toes and wrap my arms around his neck. “Thank you. Thank you so much.”
He holds me, his heart pounding so hard I can feel it against my chest. “You really like it?”
“I love it.”I love you.
Doeshe love me? I’ve been wondering about that all day, but this bracelet on my wrist, the one he poured so much love into to make it perfect, it’s the only answer I need.
He loves me in his own way, whether he realises it or not, just like Rita said.
