Chapter 25 Bitsy #2
He sat down across from her and began unwrapping the food. It was an elaborate spread: fluffy scrambled eggs with truffle oil, perfectly crisp bacon, fresh berries, and a stack of pancakes that smelled like heaven. He pushed a plate toward her, his movements methodical.
"Eat," he commanded softly.
They ate in a comfortable, heavy silence for a few minutes, the air filled with the sounds of cutlery on ceramic. Finally, Wyatt reached across the table, his hand covering hers.
"We didn't get to talk last night," he said, his voice dropping an octave. "Tell me about your time in the littles wing. How did you enjoy it? What did you think of the girls?"
Bitsy stopped mid-bite, looking down at her fork.
"I… honestly? It was the best thing that’s ever happened to me.
" She looked up, her eyes wide. "I didn't think places like Enigma actually existed.
I thought they were just things people made up on forums or in books.
But to be there, to be surrounded by others who…
who just get it? Who don't make me feel like I’m broken or weird for wanting to be small?
It was like finally coming home to a place I didn't know I'd been searching for my entire life. "
Wyatt nodded, his thumb tracing the back of her hand. "The littles wing is sacred, Bitsy. It’s one of the few places in the world that is truly untouchable. We don't let just anyone in there. It’s a sanctuary, and it’s meant to stay that way. You’re safe there. You’re safe anywhere with me."
"It’s strange," she whispered, glancing around the massive, bright home. "Everything is so quiet and… safe. It feels like a different universe."
"It is a different universe," he said, his tone turning firm, final. "And you’re never going back to the way things were. You’re with me now here, at Enigma, and you are finally exactly where you belong."
The weight of his words settled into her bones, solid and permanent. She believed him. She had to.
"What now?" she asked, after a moment. "Do I have… responsibilities? Should I be doing anything around here to help out, or am I just supposed to sit and look pretty?"
Wyatt laughed, a dry, sharp sound. "You can look pretty if you want, but you’re far too intelligent for just that.
We’ll find a way to incorporate your skills into what we’re building here, but right now?
I want you to spend these next few days just resting, getting your head right, and figuring out what you want to focus on.
My life is fast, Bitsy, but I’m going to slow it down for you until you’re ready to catch up. "
As the morning wore on, the tension that had been a constant companion in her life began to dissolve.
They moved to the living room, a space dominated by floor-to-ceiling windows and a sofa that looked like a cloud.
Wyatt sat on one end, and Bitsy found herself drifting toward him, ending up curled against his side.
He pulled out his laptop and began showing her his current projects—complex data arrays, server load balancing simulations, and advanced security protocols. He would explain a concept, and she would pick it apart, offering a solution or a perspective he hadn't considered.
"You're sharp," he said, looking down at her, his brow furrowed in genuine appreciation. "You have a natural intuition for logic flows."
"I spent a lot of time alone," she said, shrugging. "When you're alone, you get really good at taking things apart just to see how they work."
"Well, you’re never going to be alone again," he replied, and the simple, direct conviction in his voice made her chest ache in the best way.
By the afternoon, the sun had shifted, casting long, golden shadows across the room.
Wyatt stood up, stretching. "I have a conference call in an hour. It’s going to be a drag, and I don't want you stuck here bored. You’re welcome to head back to your apartment if you want, but honestly?
I’d much rather you stay here, where I know you’re safe and comfortable. "
He paused, his eyes searching hers. "If you want to keep busy, I can pull up some resources for you to look over, or you can just relax and make yourself at home until I’m done."
"I'll be right here when you get back," she promised, her voice clear and steady with a newfound resolve.
He reached out, cupping her face in his palm, his thumb tracing the line of her cheek with a tenderness that felt like a vow. He pressed a lingering, grounding kiss to her lips before turning to leave.
Bitsy remained motionless long after he’d gone, the silence of the vast, sun-drenched home echoing around her.
For a heartbeat, that familiar, jagged edge of anxiety flared—the instinct to scan for exits and brace for the inevitable letdown.
But as her gaze drifted across the room, taking in the deliberate beauty and quiet order, the tension simply dissolved.
She was here, in this beautiful, solid place, and she was no longer a ghost haunting the corners of someone else’s life.
She was part of his world now—a world where she was seen, protected, and finally allowed to exist on her own terms. The sheer weight of that truth felt like a shift in her very foundation.