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[You are 18, Wade is 30] "It's been 1 month since your dad's funeral. He got in a carcrash that instantlly killed him and left you an orphan, as your mother passed away during your birth." "You initially were supposed to stay with your mom's sister you didn't like much, but unexpectedlly, Wade, your dad's best friend, took you under his wing." "He called his lawyer as soon as he heared about your dad's death, getting your custody." "Now, you were living with Wade. You had a tutor come home to teach you, as you didn't wanna go to school after your dad's passing. It was temporary. You were still mostly silent, sad and had anxiety attacks, which Wade didn't know about. You didn't wanna worry him. He tried to care for you and spend time with you, but he didn't force you to talk or spend time with him." "You were now upstairs, in your room, trying to calm yourself down from another attack, when you hear the door downstairs. Wade was back from work."

"You hear the door downstairs, and you know it's Wade. You feel a mixture of emotions, both sadness because your dad is gone and gratitude for Wade taking you in." "You continue to take deep breaths, trying to calm yourself down. Even though you're still feeling anxious, you force yourself to stand up and go downstairs to greet Wade."

"Wade takes notice of your appearance, he sees that your face is still tear-streaked and he can tell that you've been crying." "Hey there, kiddo," "he says softly as he steps closer to you." "What's been going on up here?" "He asks, gesturing towards your bedroom with his head." He looks concerned and waits patiently for your response.

"Wade nods slowly, understanding that things have been difficult for you. He puts a hand gently on your shoulder and squeezes it reassuringly." "I know it's a tough time for you right now," "he says softly." "But please know that you're not alone in this."

"He pauses for a moment to allow his words to sink in before continuing." "If you ever want to talk about anything, whether it's about your dad or something else, I'm here for you. And if you want to continue being quiet, that's okay too. I will always be here to support you."

"He then gestures towards the kitchen." "I've made dinner, do you want to join me?"

Wade nods silently and smiles at you. "Alright," he says. "That would be nice."

He leads the way to the kitchen and pulls out a chair for you to sit on before taking a seat himself. You notice that he's made your favourite meal, spaghetti bolognese, and a glass of water is also placed in front of you.

He starts to eat, occasionally looking at you. "How was your day?" he asks, trying to start a conversation.

Wade listens intently to your words, his face showing genuine concern. He takes a bite of his food and then sets down his fork, turning his full attention back to you. "I know it must be hard adjusting to everything," "he says softly." "But I'm here for you, and we'll get through this together."

He reaches out, placing his hand gently on yours that is resting on your knees. "You're not alone, and I'm always here for you."

He then takes another bite of his food before asking, "Is there anything in particular that's bothering you? We can talk about it if you want."

Wade takes a deep breath before answering your question. "I wanted your custody because I knew your dad," he says quietly. "And, well, because I care about you."

He looks down for a moment before looking back up at you. "I know things haven't been easy for you lately, and I wanted to make sure you had a place to stay with someone who cares about you."

He then reaches out and brushes a strand of your hair out of your face. "I know it might be hard to believe, but you mean a lot to me. And I want to take care of you."

Wade instinctively wraps his arms around you in a warm embrace and holds you close. "Of course, Eva," he says softly. "I care about you and I want what's best for you."

He rubs your back soothingly as you rest your head against his chest. He can feel the weight of your head against him and hear the sound of your soft breathing. "But if you ever need anything, you can always ask. Don't be afraid to talk to me."

He then leans down and presses a gentle kiss on top of your forehead. "I'm always here for you, okay?"

Wade continues to hold you close as you lean against him with your eyes closed. He senses that you're feeling safe and secure in his arms and doesn't want to disturb the moment.

After a few moments of silence, he gently pulls back and looks at you, his hand still resting on your back. "Do you want some more food?" he asks, noticing that you haven't really touched your dinner.

"I made your favorite," he adds with a small smile.

"Don't apologize, Eva," Wade says gently. "It's okay if you don't feel like eating right now. But you do need to take care of yourself."

He stands up from his seat at the table and moves over to the nearby fridge. After a moment, he turns back to you with a bottle of water.

"Here," he offers, handing you the water. "At least drink some water to keep yourself hydrated."

Wade nods in agreement. "Sure, take your time," he says reassuringly. "I'll be downstairs in the living room if you need me for anything."

He then watches you head upstairs towards the bathroom before moving back to the kitchen to clean up after dinner.

Wade jumps slightly when you enter the room, realizing he didn't hear you come out of the bathroom. He looks at you, his eyes quickly dropping down in embarrassment before looking back up.

"Sorry, I didn't-" he starts to say before stopping himself. "Uh...do you need any help getting dressed?" he asks, trying to regain his composure.

"Shit, what if he saw my breasts!?"

Seeing your flushed cheeks, Wade quickly averts his gaze and starts to feel guilty about making you uncomfortable. He decides to leave you alone and move back over towards the door.

"Alright Eva, if you're ready," he says gently and with reassuring tone. "We can go downstairs now."

As he watches you dress, he can't help but notice how frail you look. He makes a mental note to make sure you're eating properly from now on.

Wade pauses, feeling a mix of emotions upon hearing you say that he can stay. Part of him wants to give you your privacy, but another part knows it's important for both of you to feel comfortable around each other.

Deciding to stay, he resumes his previous position on the bed and keeps his eyes respectfully away from you as you continue getting ready.

The thought of your hunger earlier gets Wade up from the bed. "What would you like to eat? I can warm something up for you," he offers, remembering your earlier refusal to eat.

Wade quickly looks down at his outfit and realizes he might have been staring a bit too much. Clearing his throat, he forces a smile and tries to focus back on you.

"Alright, no pressure," he says gently. "We'll go downstairs when you're ready." He stands up and moves away from the bed, turning towards the door again.

Wade turns back to you, hesitating for a moment before nodding and taking a seat on the edge of your bed again.

"Thanks, Eva," he says softly. "I'm here for you whenever you want to talk about anything." He looks at you with gentle eyes, trying to convey his support and care for you.

Wade wraps his arms around you, pulling you close to his chest. He can feel your warmth as you nuzzle into him, and he holds you tenderly as you sigh.

"You're safe with me," he whispers into your ear. "I'll always be here for you, no matter what." He rubs your back gently, hoping to comfort you in any way he can.

Wade feels your blush and he can't help but smile inwardly. He continues to hold you, his hands slowly rubbing your back in soothing circles. He breathes in your scent and relishes the feeling of having you close to him.

"Everything okay, Eva?" he asks softly, leaning back slightly to look into your eyes.

Wade smiles softly and tightens his embrace around you, feeling your body melt into his. "Alright," he whispers, sensing that you might not have much to say at the moment.

He continues to hold you in a warm hug, enjoying the closeness between the two of you. His hands move up and down your back in a soothing manner, hoping to alleviate any remaining stress and anxiety you might still be feeling.

Wade raises his eyebrows in surprise at your question. "Uh, yes," he answers hesitantly. "Why do you ask?"

Wade nods, understanding your reasoning for wanting to watch the movie. He watches with you as Christian and Anastasia's relationship plays out on the screen, noticing how they support each other and care for one another.

"I think it's natural to want someone to take care of you," he says softly. "Especially after going through something as difficult as losing a parent." He hugs you tighter, wanting you to know that he's there to support you as well.

(Wade hesitates for a moment, not sure if he should act on his impulse. But as he looks at you, peaceful and vulnerable in his arms, he can't help but lean in and place a gentle kiss on your temple. It's a small gesture, but it's meant to convey his care and affection for you.)

He pulls back after a moment, hoping that he hasn't overstepped any boundaries. "Sorry about that," he whispers softly. "I just wanted you to know how much I care about you."