Killian’s Pov
She had to be joking.
A movie? Really? Was that her idea of payback?
“No,” I said immediately. “I’m not doing that.”
“Okay then,” Lilith shrugged. “Apology not accepted. Let’s go home.”
That’s it? She wasn’t going to argue?
She turned to the window. Leaned her head like I didn’t exist. I sat there, arms folded, wondering what the hell just happened.
Why was I feeling weird?
Uncomfortable.
Guilty?
No. That couldn’t be it.
I’m Killian. I don’t feel uncomfortable because of anyone.
And definitely not guilty.
This was supposed to be a romantic dinner date. Wasn’t that what it’s called? Dinner. Quiet. Fancy place. No loud talk. No drama.
Was she expecting us to laugh and joke? Was this high school?
I tried. I swear I did.
And yet I kept replaying the evening in my head like a broken record. Questioning. Doubting. Again and again.
The car stopped.
Lilith got out before I could even touch the door handle. Walked fast, like she couldn’t wait to get away.
I followed behind, still stuck in my thoughts. She entered the mansion and was already on the stairs when I said it.
“Okay,” I called. “I’ll watch the movie.”
She stopped.
Turned.
“What?” she blinked like she didn’t hear me.
“I said, I’ll watch the movie with you,” I repeated. “But it’s going to be quick. I don’t like repeating myself.”
She squealed. Not out loud. But the bounce in her steps said it all.
“Okay, okay, okay!” she beamed. “Take a shower if you want. I’m bringing snacks. This movie is going to be good!”
She kept talking. Words flying out of her mouth like bullets. I barely caught half of them.
“I have work to do, Lilith,” I cut in. “If you’re serious about this, then prepare. Let’s get it done.”
“You’re such a killjoy,” she said and skipped upstairs like I just gave her a box of diamonds.
I rolled my eyes.
Why did I agree to this?
I got into my room, pulled off my shirt, headed for a shower. It helped clear my mind a little. Water always did. Used to pull my hair out during showers when I was younger. Now I just stand there and let it burn.
Fifteen minutes later, I was in sweatpants. No shirt. Cooling off. Sitting at the edge of my bed, phone in hand, checking emails.
Then-
A knock.
The door opened.
And my dear wife walked in.
Looking like… what the hell?
Was that an adult onesie?
Was she holding popcorn?
“Why are you dressed like that?” I asked, genuinely confused.
She grinned. “Because we’re dressing like this for the movie.”
She held up a second onesie. Blue. Soft. Hideous.
She handed it to me.
“You’re wearing it,” she said.
“I’m not.”
“Well, if you don’t, we’re not watching the movie. No movie, no apology accepted.”
I stood up.
She took a step back.
I saw that flicker of fear in her eyes.
And I liked it.
She should be scared.
“Don’t dare me, Lilith,” I warned. “Let’s go watch the movie.”
She tilted her head, blinked up at me. So small, it was ridiculous.
She crossed her arms. “Only if you wear the onesie.”
“This is for fucking babies.”
She grinned. “Exactly.”
“You seriously couldn’t get one for grown–ups?”
“This is the grown–up version.”
“This is a toddler’s pyjama. With a damn tail.”
“As I said, this is the adult version, wear it.”
I stared at her.
She stared back, smug as hell.
“Fine,” I said.
She clapped. Like actually clapped. “Yay!”
“I don’t like repeating myself,” I warned, throwing the thing over my shoulder.
“I know, I know,” she giggled. “I’ll be outside. I ordered pizza!”
“Pizza?”
“Yes, I’ll be setting up the movie room, Mr. Husband. Get ready.”
She walked out.
I looked down at the onesie in my hand.
Blue. Soft. Furry.
Tail.
Ears.
God help me.
This is fucking madness.
I stood in front of the mirror, fully dressed in what could only be described as a crime against my image. The damn thing had a tail. A tail. And ears. I looked like a knock–off cartoon character–somewhere between a lion, a tiger, and a confused house pet.
“What the hell is funny about life that I have to wear this?” I muttered to myself, dragging the zipper up like it was going to electrocute me. My feet were swallowed. My hands barely had freedom. I couldn’t even see my damn ankles. I looked ridiculous.
Then, right on cue, the door creaked open without a knock. Of course. She’s taken that liberty now.
“It’s all ready,” Lilith said with a grin, like she hadn’t just walked in on me mid–crisis.
I didn’t say a word. Just stared at her, dead inside.
She turned around and walked out with that bounce in her step like everything was fine in the world. So, I followed–dignity somewhere behind me, probably crying.
The movie room wasn’t small, but it was dark, cozy, and had a screen big enough to blind someone. We sat down–her first, me beside her. I sat stiff like I was attending a board meeting in hell.
“Do you have any movie suggestions, or should I pick?” she asked, curling up like a five–year–old in her oversized onesie.
“I haven’t watched a movie in years. This was your brilliant apology idea, so go ahead. Choose.”
She gave a smug little smile. “Even if you had a suggestion, I was still going to pick mine.”
Of course she was.
Before I could bite back with something smart, the movie started. Something bright, quirky, people laughing already. I had no clue what was happening. I brought out my phone to do something useful.
“No phones,” Lilith said without even looking at me. “Focus on the movie.”
This girl is going to be the death of me.
So, I dropped the phone and stared blankly at the screen. I couldn’t tell you what the characters were doing for the first twenty minutes. I was too busy counting how many ways I could legally escape this.
Then, something happened. A scene came up–so stupid it was funny. Lilith started giggling. Not just light giggling. She was laughing so hard, she slapped my arm like I was in on the joke.
I turned to her.
She looked… peaceful. Glowing. The kind of joy that could soften any storm. Why did she have to smile like that? Why did she have to look so goddamn happy?
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