Recall || Levi Ackerman

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"I'll miss you." K.C told me.

"I'll miss you too." I told her. I knelt down and I embraced her. In our hug, I spoke. "Be a good brat, but I don't have to tell you that. I'll call you when I land, okay?... I love you."

"I love you too." She said.

I let her go and stood up. I looked to her nanny, Rachel. "Take good care of her," I said. Rachel nodded and smiled. "Bye," I said one last time to K.C. I held onto my suitcase. I began to roll away. I was headed to Venice for a job.

"Bye, Levi!" K.C cheered while waving her. Her arm was high in the air.

I turned around to glance at her one last time and waved back.

Immediately, I got to the hotel I called K.C to talk to her. She was more than happy to hear from me. I hung up and got adjusted in. I attended a photoshoot and a meeting for today. I called K.C to wish her as good night like I promised I would when I traveled. She told me all about her day and I told her about mine. Tomorrow, it was more of the same as well as being stack on interviews. I knew K.C would be a topic I needed to address. I mentally prepared for that.

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I sat at the dining table working on my laptop. I wanted to be in K.C's company while I finished something up.

"Levi?" K.C stood right next to me. I turned my attention to her. I was greeted with her big blue eyes. When she realized she had my attention, she spoke again. "I need a partner to practice with."

I looked at her. She looked at me. I looked back at her. She looked back at me. I looked at her. I took a deep breath. "Okay." I said.

It wasn't as if I didn't know the routine. I have it memorized it. I didn't know that K.C attending a ballet school meant I'd practically become a ballerina. Nonetheless the less, I lifted her, plié when needed, etc.

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"WOOOHOOO!" K.C cheered.

I took K.C on a high speed boat ride through the glittering Aegean Sea in Greece. She came with me for the weekend since she didn't have school and I had to leave fit work. And she was loving every second of it. The wind whipped through her braids, and her laughter echoed across the water.

At night that day, K.C. sat between my legs, humming some off-key version of a song she made up. I was braiding her box braids into two big plaits for bed-tight enough to hold, loose enough so she could sleep under her bonnet.

I worked slowly. She really liked her braids and I was glad I could do them for her. That last time I braided like that was when I was with (F/n) and I'd help her with her hair to speed it up.

I also use to braid (F/n)'s braids into bigger braids before we went to bed. I didn't mind. This part of the night always calmed both of us.

"You know this isn't my first time in Greece," she said out of nowhere.

"No?"

"Mama brought me when I was five. Said if I was gonna grow up in her kitchen, I had to taste the world."

I smiled. That sounded like (F/n).

"We ate this weird octopus. I gagged, and Mama laughed so hard she almost cried. Then she fixed it with lemon and salt and olive oil-like, fancy magic-and it actually tasted good."

"Let food talk to you twice," I said quietly.

(F/n) gasped. She turned her head in surprise. "You remember that?"