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Finding You -- Part IV

Word Count: 1.4k Warnings: Soft!Dave. Mentions of past abuse. Author's Note: A bit shamelessly self indulgent throwing my soccer obsession into the fold here. Also soft Dave. SOFT DAVID YORK. He literally lives in my fucking head rent free.

MASTERLIST | PART I | PART II | PART III | Pink Magnolias

He lets himself in near ten.

His movements were caught by the security cameras outside, a video alert popping across both of their phones. He turned his off, not worried about himself. But she?

She was lost in deep green velvet of her wingback chair, nose stuck firmly in a book. Her preference in the quiet. She didn’t even bother to look at her phone, there’s only one other person has the key to the house

His footsteps are soft as he brings himself to stand above her but she won’t look up at him, she only has one paragraph left and he can wait for her attention.

Leaning down, he presses his lips to her forehead and straightens again as a shiver runs down her spine, “did you eat?”

She hums in affirmation, “did you?”

One sentence to go but she looks up into his eyes, no longer being able to keep concentration under the intensity of his gaze. So soft and dark, made darker under the shadows cast by the small glow of her lamp.

Eyes that say I love you. She hopes her shout it back.

“I had dinner with the girls, took them out for pizza and then put them to bed.”

“You're early though.”

“Yeah, baby,” he pushes a tendril of hair away, “traffic wasn’t so bad and they both had a soccer game today so they fell asleep fairly early.”

She lights up, “they play soccer?”

“Yeah,” he pulls his phone out and opens the pictures to show her, “Molly just runs around and does whatever but Alice actually takes it serious, says she wants to be like,” he laughs, “Emily Sonnett? I don’t know who that is but I’ll tell you this, she’s mean on that field. Even calls it a pitch.”

“As she should,” she look at him like he’s crazy, “that's the proper terminology for the sport.”

He chuckles low in his throat and presses a kiss to her lips, “next you’re going to tell me you call it football.”

“I do.”

“Mmhmm,” he stands again and turns, his hand trailing out of reach of hers as he moves to the kitchen behind her, “don't let that Spanish passport go to your head, baby. We’re still in America, it’s soccer.”

“My uncle died,” she says quietly over her shoulder, book falling to lay in her lap.

He says nothing, letting the words die in the space between them as he prepares the coffee maker for the next morning.

“David?”

He grunts an acknowledgement.

“Where were you again this weekend?”

It’s the stuttering response, “the girls had a cheerleading competition,” that alerts her to the truth.

“David,” her voice is harsh, “where were you really?”

The fridge opens, the sound of clinking on the shelves as he cards through the contents for a beer and she’s impatient.

“David Thomas York,” she throws the book towards the table to her front, “I will leave if you lie to me again.”

“You can’t leave, baby, this is your house.”

A laugh meets him then and he knows that she’s serious, “you gave me a European passport, I can go wherever I please.”

He’s kneeling in front of her now, one hand wrapped around her ankle while one holds the bottle just as gingerly, his eyes are soft but not sad as he looks up at her, “it was a fire or, at least, that’s how I made it look.”

She lays her hand on his where it rests on her leg, “why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t need your praise, I just needed your peace of mind.”

Lips press to her soft hand now and he’s amazed, for some reason, when she doesn’t flinch back so he continues, “he'll never hurt anybody, especially you, again.”

“David,” she grips his jaw in her small hand, “don't you ever lie to me again.”

A slow nod is all that meets her gaze and a held breath releases, “when I fucked you in the gardens, my chest seized up. I wanted to hurt anybody who’d ever hurt you.”

“You’re getting soft on me, old man.”

Another nod, because it’s true.

“Would you like to meet the girls?”

The air shifts, her face lights up again, “would you like me to meet the girls?”

She lifts the beer from his hands and takes a drink as his eyes go a bit dopey, “I would, Carol and I have been discussing it and she would like that as well, if you would.”

The silence between them stretches on for just a little too long and he panics, “if you don’t want to, I understan—“

She holds a hand to his lips to silence him and takes another drink of the beer, “I would love to and we should take them to a Washington Spirit game.”

“Who the fuck are the Washington Spirit, baby?”

Her eyebrows raises in a question, the way his does at her, and he knows he’s stepped in something when she simply responds, “Emily Sonnett plays for the Washington Spirit, they’re the local women’s soccer team.”

He takes the bottle from her once more, bringing the now cold hand to his lips and places a kiss to the palm before laying it flat against his cheek, “Alice is going to love you so much.” —————

“Ahhhh, she’s so powerful!” Alice is screeching through the team store, picking up everything that glows under the bright fluorescent lights.

There’s a small tug on her right hand and she looks down, believing it’s Dave’s hand she’d find but it’s not. Tiny, cold fingers tuck into her hand in the space he no longer occupies, having gone running after Alice.

Molly holds a teddybear up, one wearing a small jersey, and asks, “can I have this? Do you think daddy would buy it for me?”

“I do,” she nods, “but if he doesn’t, then I will.”

She smiles wide and runs off to meet up with her sister, shouting, “look what I’m getting!”

“Is that so,” comes David’s voice, “and who said daddy was gonna buy that for you?”

The matter-of-fact way in which she answers the question is lost to her ears as another voice finds hers.

“They love you,” it’s Carol, another guest of today’s outing, “all of them, especially David.”

She turns to the other woman and Carol laughs at the surprise on Lucy's face. She likes her, she doe, gotten along this whole time but she wonders if she’s telling the truth.

“Trust me,” she says, almost as if she can read Lucy's mind, “I know all three of them, especially the way that one’s—“ she points at Dave, “—head works. Or, rather, how it doesn’t. That’s why we never worked. He’s a good man, Lucy, but he hasn’t been like this in a really long time.”

“But,” he continues,” looping arms as they walk forward, “if he never says it, don’t take it personally. He’s never been that type of man, you just—“

“Know,” Lucy agrees, “it’s in his eyes.”

Alice is running back, showing off the Sonnett jersey she’s picked out with a smile on her face, “look!”

“We need to get out of here,” Dave follows behind with Molly in his arms now, “before she bankrupts me.”

And there’s something primal that warms low in her belly, tugs at her being as she watches him with his children. —————

“Hey,” he’s sliding into bed next to her, Carol having taken the girls home and Dave having taken Lucy, “thank you for being so good with my girls.”

That low lying warmth fills her again as she looks into his eyes, this soft and hard man who shows her every part of him.

“Alice scares the shit out of me.”

He laughs, nodding into the kiss he’s pressing into her lips, “me too. Remember how I said if you decided to leave, nobody would come after you?”

“Yeah.”

He laughs again, “break her old man’s heart and I cannot guarantee that Alice York won’t hunt you down.”

“Is this you trying to grab a commitment out of me?”

“Grab one?” His brows knit in confusion, “I said I would marry you and bought a house with you and introduce you to my family, I think I already got one.”

She hums against his lips, pulling him down for another kiss, “guess I’m the one going soft on you, old man.”

“I love it,” he trails kisses down her jaw, “I wish I didn’t have to work, you either.”

“So we have a job soon then?”

“Yeah,” he says between the kisses to her neck, “are you ready for that?”

She doesn’t let the panic rise in her, doesn’t want him to know that she doesn’t think she is but he knows. Reads it in the way her heart beats against his lips now and he stops, bringing himself back up eye level to her.

“You don’t have to, you know, you can sit these jobs out. You know that right?”

She bites her lip, praying the tears that sting her eyes will dry up without having to be pushed aside, and nods her head.

“Just think about it,” he kisses her again, “I love you.”

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