maid ? kaeya

• third person •

Before she even knew it, (Y/N)'s father had fallen asleep.

They were still under the blanket, and she had been playing with his hair for the past five minutes, but she hadn't questioned the silence that fell until she began to feel a little hot.

(Y/N) smiled in endearment once she pulled the blanket off them both.

Although he had only just woken up before she came into the room earlier, she could only suppose that he was really tired from his trip, and telling her such a long story only tired him out even more.

"I'll make breakfast," she whispered, pressing a small kiss upon her father's forehead, just like he would do too while she slept. Luca's lips curved, though still fast asleep.

(Y/N) slowly climbed off the bed, leaving to the kitchen.

However, when she returned with the food a while later, her father was no longer in bed.

(Y/N) placed the breakfast onto the desk, only to find that her father had left to the bathroom.

Her head tilted when she noticed a piece of paper upon the desk, the ink upon it fresh, a pen beside it.

There were only a few words on it.

Surely it would be okay... to take a peek..?

(Y/N) shot it a glance.

Dear Lucien,

it read.

(Y/N)'s eyebrows furrowed. Who's Lucien?

The next words were scribbled out.

And the next.

The entire first line was scribbled.

And there was nothing else after that.

It was safe to assume that her father had left to the bathroom in a bout of frustration.

(Y/N)'s shoulders jumped when the door opened.

She turned rapidly, taking the plate into her hands as if she had just arrived with the breakfast.

"I-I made breakfast..!" she exclaimed, clearing her throat.

Luca blinked at her startled stature. Never once had he ever seen his daughter be frightened by his appearance. Well, other than when he was bleeding out.

"Ah, thank you..." Luca placed his towel at the edge of the bed. He beamed, ruffling her hair. "It smells amazing. Sorry, I didn't mean to fall asleep again... hehe."

"It's okay." (Y/N) giggled when her father nuzzled the top of her head, bringing both of their breakfasts to the bed.

They both sat. (Y/N) stared in anticipation as her father dug into the food, and, although she expected it, he immediately complimented it, even saying that she had gotten even better at cooking since he'd been gone. Her face reddened in embarrassment, but of course, she couldn't help the big smile on her face. It had been so long since she had shared a meal with her father, and though she had been having countless meals with others since he had been gone, this meal, was the most special of all.

"Shall I continue?" Luca questioned, taking another bite. "...Do you remember where we left off? Because I don't."

(Y/N) let out a small laugh, falling silent for a moment to think.

"Something about wanting to travel with Mom... but the maids didn't like her... taking lots of leave..."

"Oh, yes..." Luca sighed.