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Author's Note: Awwwww yeahhhhh! New chapter! Thank you for the awesome reviews in the previous chapter, I'm so pleased you're all loving the story still, and there's just three more chapters left. .

Thank you to my good friend Callum for proof reading for me. :D

I hope you all like this chapter too!

Reeves3.

Chapter Nine

"Are you ready, Kit?"

A burst of uncontrollable giggles was the answer she received. Blake saw Yang glancing over at her, but she shrugged unsure what had set Kit off. They were in the swimming pool at Vale's Leisure Centre once more with their session drawing to a close. Blake stood in the shallow end while Yang had Kit in her arms as they stood at the halfway point which was too deep for Kit to stand in. It was another busy Saturday as numerous other swimmers splashed about outside of the divider completing lengths. The pair of them waited, amused, until Kit had calmed herself down to talk again.

"Aye, aye, captain!" She finally cheered, breaking out into giggles again. It took a second for the two of them to get the joke, but they soon joined in laughing along with her. After they had finished laughing they refocused on their current objective and Yang balanced Kit on her hand as she prepared to swim, with her armbands on, towards her mother.

On Yang's mark Kit began moving her arms and legs in the frog like motion she had been taught, as Yang moved along with her keeping a hand under Kit's stomach for the moment. When Yang slowly moved her hand away Kit didn't panic but instead kept going on her own while Blake and Yang encouraged her on. Blake saw Kit grinning as she kept her head above the water and the moment she got close enough Blake picked her up and wrapped her up in her arms.

"You did it! I'm so proud of you!" Blake praised, hugging her tightly.

"Wooooo!" Kit cheered, raising both her arms in the air. Blake grinned at her as Yang swam over to them and Kit leaned back to look at her.

"Yeah! Way to go Kit Kat!" Yang celebrated, she held up her hand. "High five!"

Kit slapped her hand to Yang's with a satisfying clap.

Blake met Yang's gaze where they smiled at each other and her heart began speeding up. Since talking about how they felt the two of them had rang each other a few times throughout the previous week. They mostly chatted about what had happened to them during that day and flirted a little bit. Having weighed the pros and cons about getting involved in a relationship with Yang, Blake had ultimately decided to follow her heart and chose to ignore the fear that prickled in her mind from her years with Adam.

She knew Yang was nothing like Adam, she treated Kit wonderfully, and she was funny, sweet, and patient. Before she could ask out Yang however Blake had to make sure that Kit would be alright with it.

"-ake. Blake? Blake!"

A little bit of water splashed up her front when Yang moved to stand in front of her waving a hand in her face. Blake blinked out of her train of thoughts to see Yang and Kit grinning at her and her cheeks turned pink realising she had been caught away with the fairies.

"There you are," laughed Yang. "I think you were on another planet for a second there. I asked same time next week?"

"It's a date-I mean, yes that's fine," groaned Blake, still lost in her previous thoughts. Yang smiled cheekily at her and Blake wanted to submerge herself under the water. Kit tapped Blake's shoulder and she turned to look at her, who was still in her arms.

"Mom, can Yang come to dinner at ours tonight?" She asked, earning looks of surprise from both adults.

Blake stumbled for an answer. "I err...I suppose so. It depends on what Yang would like to do."

"I'm free," she answered, softly. "I can cook you up that tuna pasta bake if you'd like."

Kit gasped excitedly and her eyes lit up at the word tuna, as she nodded her head frantically. Blake chuckled and smiled at Yang.

"How could I say no?"

"To tuna or to me?" Yang asked, with a wink.

Blake skipped her hand across the water splashing Yang and making her laugh. Agreeing that Yang would be around at theirs by four Blake and Kit got out the pool passing Yang's next student, a timid teenage boy, on their way to the changing rooms. Not being able to help sneaking a glance over her shoulder, Blake spotted Yang watching her go with an awed look and dreamy smile. With her confidence boosted, knowing she was being checked out, Blake added a little sway to her walk before disappearing out of Yang's line of sight.

In the changing rooms Blake and Kit rinsed off then retrieved their towels and dry clothes from the locker before getting dried and dressed. When they were done Kit skipped on ahead with some money in her pocket and got a snack out of the vending machine. After selecting a Twirl, Kit hurried back over to Blake regrettably informing her that they had run out of kit-kats on the way to the car.

Kit ate her chocolate as Blake started driving them both home. She had devoured it in a few short minutes and afterwards she turned down the radio turning to look at Blake with chocolate smeared on each corner of her lips.

"You like Miss Xiao Long, don't you mum?" She asked, with an impish little grin.

Blake's eyes flicked to Kit then back to the road wondering what Kit was getting at. Her daughter was intuitive and barely anything slipped past her radar. If Kit felt something was up, then she was usually on it in seconds and she had no qualms to speaking up about it. Still, before Blake said anything that gave her feelings towards Yang away, she tested the waters just to be sure.

"Of course, she's a nice person." Blake played off casually, flicking up the indicator and turning right at the crossroads.

Kit shook her head. "Nooooo, I mean you really, really, like her. Like Velvet likes Coco!"

Once again Kit had hit the nail on the head. Blake smiled to herself, honestly amazed that she had such a bright and outstanding daughter.

"How did you know?" Blake asked, suspicious, wanting to know how Kit had picked up on her growing attraction to Yang.

Kit kicked her legs gleefully. "You told me that you know you like someone when they make you smile and feel happy. I've seen you smile at each other and I saw you hug at the park."

"I see," replied Blake, with a chuckle. She had indeed told Kit that two years ago when her curious five-year-old self began questioning how love worked.

Blake didn't say anything else and Kit happily turned the radio back up to sing to the songs and catchy jingles in the adverts as they got closer to the house. Pulling the car up on their driveway Blake shut off the engine as Kit unbuckled her seatbelt but before she got out the car Blake reached for her arm to get her attention. Kit stared up at her and Blake bit her lip wondering what Kit's reaction would be.

"Kit, how would you feel if I started dating Yang?" She asked, in one big breath.

It was as though Christmas had come early in Kit's eyes as they lit up like fireworks and she bounced up and down in her seat. She got up and threw herself at Blake, wrapping her arms tightly around her neck.

"I take that as a yes you don't mind?" Blake laughed, and Kit moved away slightly to nod vigorously.

"She makes you happy mommy. I want you to be happy," said Kit, simply.

Blake's lip trembled but she pulled Kit into another big hug unbelievably thankful and content she had this wonderful little faunus as her daughter.

"Oh, and one more thing," mentioned Blake, after they broke apart from their hug. Kit arched an eyebrow wondering what was up but when Blake licked her thumb her eyes widened considerably, and she attempted to wriggle out of her mother's lap as Blake cleared the chocolate off around Kit's lips.

Kit soon escaped, scrambling out the car with a giggle and waited by the front door for Blake to unlock it as she got out the car too, to enter their home.

In the remaining time they had left until four o'clock Blake made some lunch for herself and Kit, before going around tidying up the house while Kit played upstairs in her bedroom. She decided to have a quick shower too, to fully get rid of the chlorine smell and put her best casual outfit, dark trousers paired with a black and white corset shirt, on when she was finished. Blake was putting some sort of sense of style into her hair when the doorbell rang and, after a final glance at her reflection in the mirror, she hurried on downstairs to answer the door.

Swinging it open, Blake revealed Yang and saw her running a hand through her golden curls to get rid of any helmet hair. The one persistent cowlick continued to stick up adorably at the top of her head however. The pair of them smiled at each other and Blake noticed in her hands she carried her helmet in the one and a shopping bag from the local supermarket in the other.

"Hey, come on in," welcomed Blake, stepping aside to allow Yang to enter.

"Thanks. You're looking great," complimented Yang, as Blake closed the door behind her.

Blake's cheeks warmed up. "You too," she replied.

"Do you mind if I put my leathers and helmet somewhere?" Yang asked, unzipping the front of her biker jacket.

"Sure, I'll hang them in the cloakroom," said Blake.

Yang put the shopping bag on the floor as she undid all the zips and velcro of her jacket, trousers and boots revealing dark jeans, a loose-fitting cream tunic, and purple socks. Footsteps could be heard running along the landing above before Kit appeared at the top of the staircase holding Blake's iPad, which Kit used to play games on, and she rushed down the stairs.

"Yay! Yang's here!"

Yang and Blake grinned as Kit hugged Yang around her waist while Blake put away Yang's motorbike gear in the cloakroom under the stairs leaving her boots by the front door.

"Hey, Kit Kat," greeted Yang, returning the hug.

"What's in the bag?" Kit questioned, after wriggling out of Yang's arms and noticing the shopping bag on the floor.

"That," replied Yang, picking up the bag, "is tonight's dinner."

Blake led Yang down the hallway into the kitchen as Kit questioned if they could make cookies for their dessert. In the kitchen Yang placed the bag on the side pulling out rigatoni pasta, tomatoes, cheese, sweet corn, parsley and most importantly tuna.

"Oooh, you brought the good stuff," praised Blake, her mouth watering already.

Yang laughed. "Of course. No cheap tuna for you two. Do you mind if I can pop it in the fridge for now though?"

"Yeah, go ahead." Yang beamed and walked over to the fridge but before she opened it she stopped noticing the drawing Kit had done a few weeks ago which was now pinned to the front with alphabet magnets.

"Aww, is that us swimming?" She asked, happily. Kit rushed up to her side nodding her head.

"Yeah, do you like it?"

"I love it! Can I take a picture of it with my phone?" Yang asked, waiting for Kit's nod of approval before she pulled out her smart phone and snapped a picture. After Yang had put the tuna away, Kit scampered off to go play upstairs again leaving Blake and Yang to mosey on into the lounge and relax.

Blake sat down on the settee, curling her feet under her, as Yang flopped down beside her and leaned her arm casually across the back of the couch. Her fingertips nearly reached Blake's elbow where she had it prodded up with her hand resting under her chin.

"You wouldn't believe what happened at the shops before I got here," mentioned Yang, her gloveless metal hand running through her hair.

"Oh? What happened?" Asked Blake, shuffling closer towards Yang.

"So, I get there and it's pretty busy, so I park in one of the disabled slots which I don't usually do but I was rushing, and it was the only available spot around. Anyway, I go in, do my shopping and I come out and there's this woman standing by my bike, I'd say she's a few years older than us, and she starts shouting at me. 'You shouldn't have parked there.' 'You're not disabled!' 'I saw you walk just fine.' 'Your disabled ticket is a fake. I know what they look like.' That kind of rubbish," told Yang, an amused glint in her eyes.

"Oh no, what did you do?" Blake groaned, shaking her head when Yang's lips quirked up.

"Well I put the shopping on the floor then I grabbed my arm, pretending that carrying my helmet was tiring me, and I said 'ma'am, could you lend me a hand? My arm is pretty tired from carrying this.' And I just let it drop onto the floor."

Yang paused her storytelling as Blake let out a laugh and she did too. "Her face was priceless. She leapt back and stumbled on her ridiculously high heeled shoes. Then she got this really miffed off look and carried on into the store. I called back to her saying 'I'm not that scary! I'm h'armless!' The trolley guy got a good laugh from it all."

"I can imagine," sighed Blake, finally able to breathe again. She wiped a tear of joy from the corner of her left eye. "I can't believe you did that, and of course you managed to make a pun from it all."

"It was pretty great," giggled Yang.

"I'm honestly a little surprised and proud of you that you took your arm off in public which isn't the swimming baths," said Blake, causing Yang to give her a soft smile.

"Me too, to be honest, but I've been thinking about what you told me at the park. How I shouldn't be bothered by what other people think and only those who I care about."

"What about the looks people give you? Weren't you bothered by that too?"

Yang shrugged half-heartedly. "I used to let it get me down, but I've decided to ignore the nasty looks I get and get on with my day. You've given me the confidence that not everyone will react negatively to it."

Blake blushed at the praise. She eyed Yang's hand resting idly on the settee and she wanted to put her hand on top of it so badly. However, Blake resisted not wanting to make a move without speaking to Yang about getting into a relationship first. They started talking about different things, the recent episode of the popular TV they were watching, the new book Blake was reading and her ability to speak French which Yang found captivating, and finally ended up talking a bit about their jobs.

"I was thinking the other day. Have you ever thought about comp-"

Blake cut off her sentence when she heard music start to play from out in the hallway.

~ There you see her. Sitting there across the way. She don't got a lot to say. But there's something about her. And you don't know why. But you're dying to try. You wanna kiss the girl. ~

Yang looked at Blake with raised eyebrows but looked extremely amused as Blake hid her face in her hands. To have Sebastian serenading Yang for her was something she could have done without. Taking her hands away Blake glanced over at the doorway to see Kit quickly disappear out of sight with a little squeak.

"I'll be right back," muttered Blake, quickly getting up from her seat.

"Okay," chuckled Yang.

Blake hurried away, making sure to close the lounge door behind her, and she soon found Kit trying to escape upstairs with the iPad.

"Kit."

Like a deer caught in the headlights Kit froze at the top of the stairs and turned around with a guilty expression giving a nervous grin. Blake crossed her arms over her chest, arching an eyebrow, as Kit slowly stepped back down the steps. She stopped in front of Blake shifting from foot to foot and she glanced at the closed lounge door then looked up at Blake.

"Did it work?" She asked, hopeful.

Blake let out a sigh. She knew Kit had only been trying to help so she wasn't truly mad at her. Crouching down until she was eye level with her daughter Blake put her hands on Kit's upper arms.

"Your gesture was sweet Kit but with the situation I talked to you about earlier, you're going to have to let mommy and Yang figure it out together. Alright?"

Kit nodded her head with her lower lip jutting out. "I'm sorry."

Encircling her arms around her daughter Blake brought Kit in for a reassuring hug and Kit cuddled herself closer.

"It's okay," said Blake. "Your heart was in the right place."

There was a couple of knocks on the front door, so Blake stood up, dropping her arms from around Kit, and she turned around to answer it with Kit staying by her side. Pulling it open it revealed Kit's friend Sam from school, his older sister, and five other children from the neighbourhood holding skateboards or had roller-skates on their feet standing in the driveway.

"Hi Sam!" Kit greeted, grinning.

"Hi," he said to Kit with a shy little wave, before glancing up at Blake. "Miss Belladonna, can Kit come out and play?"

"Can I mum? Please?" Kit begged, tugging at Blake's arm.

Blake quickly glanced at the clock on the wall and saw it was five o'clock already then addressed Kit. "You can play for half an hour but stay on our street and off the road."

Kit let out a small cheer then sat down to put her shoes on and Blake spoke to Sam's older sister who appeared to be in her early teens.

"Can you make sure she's back in time?" She requested, and the girl nodded.

"Yeah, sure, my mom's told me to be back by quarter to six and keep an eye on Samalam."

"Janie, don't call me that," whined Sam, and Janie laughed then ruffled her brother's hair.

Kit finished tying up her laces and shot up off the floor rushing outside to play with her friends. Blake watched for a little bit, making sure they stayed in the street and on the pavement, as they sat on the skateboards and raced one another. Closing the door Blake walked back into the lounge only to find Yang had vanished but her ears soon picked up on cupboards opening and closing in the kitchen so she headed over there.

Upon entering Blake spotted Yang holding the bag of pasta and looking a little lost as she searched around the kitchen for whichever items she needed.

"Everything alright?" Blake asked, smiling. Yang jumped a little but quickly let out a small sigh of relief.

"Hey, yeah, I was hoping to make a start on dinner but I have no idea where anything is," she admitted with a laugh, rubbing the back of her neck. Chuckling to herself Blake moved to stand next to Yang where they met each other's gaze briefly before Blake crouched down in front of her and rummaged in the cupboard next to Yang's legs. She stood back up noticing a pink tinge to Yang's cheeks as she held up a saucepan and smiled.

"Is this what you're looking for?" She asked, and Yang blinked out of her stupor.

"Y-yeah," she answered, reaching for the pan but ended up covering Blake's hand with her own. They stared at one another and seeing the admiration in those lilac pools Blake realised that it wasn't just the saucepan Yang had been referring to. They lowered the pan to their side, keeping hold of their hands, and Yang's eyes flickered down to Blake's mouth and subconsciously bit her lower lip.

"So what," started Yang, returning her gaze to Blake's eyes. "What was all that about before?"

"Oh," said Blake, trying and failing to keep her heartbeat steady. A small smile pulled at her lips and she worked up the courage to admit the truth. "That was Kit's attempt at trying to get us together. I spoke to her earlier about things and well..." Blake's sentence dwindled off as she thought about what to say next.

Yang brought her metal hand up and gently caressed Blake's cheek as she lowered her head a little towards her. "Sounded to me like she's on board with us."

Blake nudged herself a little closer until their noses were just inches apart.

"She's not the only one," she murmured, closing her eyes.

A shrill ringing filled the silence breaking Yang and Blake apart like they had been shocked and Yang let out a small groan. Blake dipped her head to hide her blush as she let go of the pan and moved behind Yang to go answer the phone. She picked it up off the kitchen counter pressing the answer button and bringing it up to her ear.

"Hello?" She answered, turning around to watch Yang.

"Hello, is this Blake Belladonna?" A female voice replied, urgency laced in her voice.

"Yes, it is."

"Alright, hi Blake, my name is Paula and I'm ringing from Vale Police Department. We've been alerted that the tracking device on Mr Adam Taurus has moved into your area. We advise you to stay indoors and police are on their way-."

Panic filled her entire being and white noise fuzzed up Blake's ears as she dropped the phone with a clatter from the shakes that began to wreck her body and Yang quickly rushed over to her with concern.

"Blake? Blake, what's wrong?"

The doorbell rang then followed by a series of banging and shouts from numerous children. Blake's eyes widened.

"Kit."

Running down the hallway Blake swung open the door to see Sam at the front of the group with tears in his eyes while Janie clutched at her arm that was bleeding from a small slice on her bicep. Their mother, who Blake knew as Amber, was running up the driveway trying to catch up to the group of children much faster than her. Yang stopped at a sudden halt behind Blake and the two of them instantly noticed that Kit wasn't in the group.

"Sam," started Blake, her voice shaking as tears started building up in her eyes. "Sam, where's Kit? What happened?"

"S-some m-man ca-came up to us i-in his c-car," he choked out, tears of his own running down his cheeks.

"He stopped the car in front of us and grabbed Kit," said Janie, vastly upset herself. "I tried to stop him Miss Belladonna, I really did, but he had a knife and he cut me. He pushed Kit into the car and they drove-."

Blake didn't hear what else was said, her ears became muffled with white noise, as she fell to her knees letting out an anguished cry and nothing could stop the tears from falling.

*See's the approaching torches and pitchforks*

Welp! Time to hide under the bed covers!

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