A/N: This chapter goes to… one of my reviewers from the very beginning, and that has made some very constructive criticism… Corazon90!! Thank you so much! (each chapter will be dedicated to one of you, you lucky people! - No sarcastic laughs allowed, yes?)
"Dad?!"
Stuck. Stuck in the same compromising, bewitching position. His lips feeling hers, his hand on her neck, a longing look in both sets of eyes. Addison knew what she needed to do in order to end the spell. She just needed to say the magic words, which would include a dubious moan and an equally dubious rejection, reluctance and urgency oozing from her actions. Compelled to finish the heartbreaking task by the surprised, taken aback voice that infiltrated her distracted brain, she moved away.
"Oh, God, I'm… I'm so, so sorry…" Addison straightened herself up, clothes and hair included, and wondered how stained her lipstick would be, gasping as she felt the sticky substance all over her cheeks. It hadn't even been that big of a kiss. How had her red lipstick got all the way up to her cheeks? "Oh, Maya, I'm so… Please, don't… oh, God…"
"Addison, breathe." Sam told her, calmly, his face unreadable, his clothes messed up from the strong grip she had had on his shirt.
She did as he said. Slow, steady, regular breaths.
"Good. Now, would you please look at my daughter's face and see how mad she looks?" Sam chuckled.
Addison kept on staring at the floor. Her head refused to believe Maya, of all people, would be supportive of their relationship. She would rather fix her eyes on the carpet and memorize all the spots than face the pregnant teenager. Something deep down in her mind told her Sam was only being the nice guy she knew he was, trying to relieve the pain her shoulders were feeling from all the pressure that had came from something he had helped creating, and his words sounded fake. They tasted like fake food, so they would be fake as well, for sure.
"You don't… you don't have to lie, Sam… Maya has every right to-" Stepping on the loose ends of her carpet with the sharp end of her shoe, she sighed defeated.
"Be mad at you?" The innocent voice of the only child in the room echoed in the small room, and the giggle that followed the astonished words forced Addison to look up. "Why, you were only snogging my Dad's brain out… I don't see where's the harm in that…" She let her words trail away and grinned at the couple, winking at them.
"You… you…" Addison cleared her throat, eyes bulging in disbelief. "Don't?"
Maya shook her head, amused. "Should I?"
"No. No…" Sam rushed in. "She's just overwhelmed by my… kiss… Maya, forgive her." He grinned, and Addison smacked him softly in the arm. The shock of the lack of shock had worn off, and her eyes were still bulged with relief at the girl's amusement.
"Just to let you know, I liked it better when Daniel Florium kissed me." Addison raised her eyebrows mischievously and giggled at Maya, who laughed back.
"Ouch, did that hurt? Even I know that guy… Mom used to talk about how extremely silky his hair had looked until she touched it and her hand was yucky for a week!" Maya walked a few steps in their direction and sat on the small table. "And you, according to Auntie Addy, kiss worse than him… what a disappointment. To know my Dad's below the greasy one…"
Sam eyes them both, the merciless tease that presented itself in the glint that embellished their eyes daring him to retort. He narrowed his eyes, his ego hurt.
"I'll never… ever… kiss you again." He pouted and faced the ceiling.
"You promise?" She asked in mock hope.
"Yes."
"But can I kiss you again?" A witty smile broke into her lips.
"No…" He said, hesitant, and closed his eyes childishly.
"Pretty please?"
"Nop."
"C'mon, Daddy. Pretty please with a cherry on top?"
"Well, I like cherries…" He shrugged.
"That you do. My lipstick tastes like cherries." Addison added suggestively, cheekily. Sam choked on air, and she patted his back soothingly.
Maya coughed subtly. "And… that's my cue to leave the happy couple." She stood up from the table, a look of disgust mixed with barely disguised amusement on her face. "You know… if you have a kid it will be younger than his nephew/ niece." She wondered, her face still towards the couple. "Now that… would be weird."
Addison, whose hand was clutching Sam's, strengthened the grip. Sam gulped.
"Yeah… it would."
"Silly me. Making movies when you've not even gone public about it." She laughed at her own stupidity, innocent squeals stabbing them. She left the office, but the ghost of her time there weighed on their shoulders.
"Technically… she's not yours." Addison tried, her voice hesitant.
"Technically." He emphasized.
"And she'll be older than Maya's…"
"Yes, I get it." He retorted quickly, disabling her from finishing the sentence on purpose.
"So technically… we're good?"
"I guess." He put an arm protectively around her shoulders, and she closed her eyes, wanting to preserve the moment.
A/N: I've got nothing to say except I'M SORRY for the delay! It's just that I went on a school trip to London (Yesss, it was freaking awesome!) and I had little time to write.
Hope you enjoyed it!
Febya