Shattered Windows, Broken Locks

Kalt I say goodbye to my weakness, So long to the regret, and now I see the world through diamond eyes.     Her protests had been expected, so Kalt didn’t flinch or look even the slightest bit surprised when Ashetta denied her maternal role in Theea’s life. He wasn’t going to argue with her. For one, it was hopeless. When Ashe had an idea of herself securely in the foremost part of her mind, there was no one who was going to have any hope of genuinely changing that idea without time. For two, he knew that she get over it soon enough with some time spent with the girl.     Kalt watched her blink away the tears in her eyes, and he gave her a silent smile to her agreement. Nodding his head back towards the door, he would slip his arm around her waist and guide her back to the room, opening the door and stepping inside.     He knew that time would be needed for her to comfortable there, in his home and with his daughter, their daughter, whether she was ready to accept it or not. Time was aplenty here, though. There was nothing pressing inward on them, threatening them. They could actually take their time, be open, live. What a strange concept.     The sheets flew upward and slowly floated down to the bed over a toddler unable to stay completely still when she wasn’t rested enough. That was going to bite him in the ass towards bedtime that night, but oh well. He smiled, giving a breathy laugh through his lips. ”She thinks she’s invisible,” he whispered to Ashe with a smirk. ”You gotta jump on her.”     Kalt bounced his brows, and he didn’t take charge of the playful toddler, instead walking over to the opposite side of the bed and leaning against the wall with his eyes on Ashe. He wanted her to be involved in Theea’s life, wanted her to get to know the toddler and wanted the toddler to get to know her mother, regardless of whether or not she knew who Ashe was. In the long run, it was a minor detail at best. Theea didn’t need to know at first. She just needed to feel loved. Knowing that Ashe was her mother wouldn’t change anything in a three-year-old’s mind. Knowing who she enjoyed spending time with and who enjoyed spending time with her was the important part.