The Carriage: Part Two
Race x Reader
“Jesus, (y/n). You’re movin’ at the speed of a snail.”
You roll your eyes and tighten your grip on Race, one hand on his chest and the other around his waist as you help him down the hallway. His arm is around your shoulders, and you’re happy to feel that he isn’t leaning as heavily on you as he used to. “You have to take your time if you want to get better.”
“I know, I know, and you tell me that every day.” He sighs as you start to walk down the steps together. “But they don’t call me Racetrack for nothin.’“
You giggle and continue to help him down the steps. “What do you want to eat, ‘Racetrack?’”
He grins down at you, and you fight back a blush at the way his bright blue eyes are twinkling at you. “Your soup, a ‘course.”
“But I make you that soup every day!”
“And it gets even better every time.”
You roll your eyes at his cheesiness as you reach the last step. Race has been recovering from the carriage accident for about a month and a half now, and you still haven’t let go of the guilt. So you’re doing anything you can for him, at the moment.
But you’re slowly realizing you would always do anything for Race.
You swallow nervously at the thought as you lead Race into the kitchen. He leans back against the counter, and you turn the stove on. It’s like this every day-he leans back and watches you cook, only two feet away from you. It’s a small kitchen, with one counter with a stove and one on the opposite wall for setting materials down and cupboards above it. Race reaches up and hands you a pot from the cupboard above him, and you smile gratefully as you take it. By now, the two of you work like a well-oiled machine.
Earlier, you had pumped a bucket of water from the well down the street just for this purpose. You pour it into the pot and chop vegetables as you wait for it to boil. Glancing behind you, you see Race still leaning against the counter with his arms crossed. “You know you can go sit on the couch, right?”
“I know. I just like looking at you.”
You’re glad he can’t see your blush as you sweep some chopped carrots into the soup. You have been the source of all of the groceries at the Lodging House for awhile now, which makes you happy. It’s the least you can do to help your friends.You take the vial of chicken broth you brought from home and pour it into the pot with the carrots, adding celery next.
“I love you.”
Your eyes widen in shock, and you almost cut your finger off as your limbs fail to cooperate. “What?”
“I love you.” You hear Race shift, and he limps the small step across the room to stand next to you. He takes the knife gently from your hands and sets it on the cutting board. You look up at him with wide eyes, and he smiles gently.
And then he kisses you.
You gasp into the kiss, freezing at the feeling that you’ve wanted for so long. His hand moves from your wrist to lace his fingers with yours, and you move your free one to rest gently on his chest. After a couple of seconds, you pull away.
“How long?” you breathe, keeping your eyes closed as his lips brush gently over yours.
“Since before the accident.”
“Me too.” You sigh and wrap both of your arms around his neck, pulling him down into a deeper kiss. He pulls you close, but you make sure not to lean on him so as not to make him fall over on his unsteady legs. You gasp against his mouth as he bites your lip gently, and you can’t help but pull him closer.
“Oh my god!”
The two of you spring apart at the small voice, and you cover your mouth in shock and embarassment at being caught. Race catches himself on the counter just in time to miss falling over. Butch-a new boy, nearly nine-stands in the doorway with his mouth hanging open and his hat askew on top of his black hair.
Just as you make eye-contact with the youngest newsie, he sprints away down the hall, yelling, “(y/n) and Race was kissing!” over and over again.
“WHAT?” someone yells in response-Romeo. The chatter of all of the boys echo down the hall towards you, and you can hear them all wrestling with each other to get to you and Race first.
You glance over at Race, who grins mischievously at you. “Worth it.” You go to swat him on the arm, but he catches your wrist and pulls you into his chest. You gasp slightly and he smirks down at you before kissing you again.