Title: "A Half Remember Dream"

Pairings: D/A

Genre: Romance/?

Summary: Thoughts about past, and actions about future.

AN: I don't own Inception. This is my first fic, and my first fic in english... and english is not my mother tongue, so... suggestions, corrections about grammar or something please let me know!

I was five when he came back, a Monday morning. He said that he was working and now, he will be with us all the time. I believed in him. That day, he played with us and told us stories about different places he used to visit before, and told us about uncle Arthur and uncle Eames. And something about a woman who help him to solve a maze. Ariadne. That was her name.

A week later, she was standing outside our door, with a huge smile in her face. She looked like a teenager with those skinny jeans and a simple t-shirt with random phrases on it. And a scarf. She always wore a scarf. I though she was a nanny or something, but daddy told us she was Ariadne, the woman he'd met in Paris.

She was very sweet. That day she helped daddy cooking some pizza, and stayed for dinner. She played with us, and later told us a story with daddy, about a princess who had helped a man to scape from a monster in a laberynth. Dad said that the name of the princess was Ariadne. I understand now.

The next day, I woke up and saw daddy making breakfast. And he asked me what I thought about her. Now I think that I would not change my mind about her, she was really sweet with me and James so, why lie to him?. Yeah, I said to him, she was lovely and sweet. I really liked her.

For the next days, she was coming home with cakes or some presents for me and James. He really liked her to some point that he called her 'mum' one time. Daddy and she smiled and did not say anything. I think that that was a mistake. James was little, and he was forgetting our mum, and dad suposed to help him to remember her, but he didn't.

A few moths later, Ariadne spent a weekend at home. She rented some movies for me and James and made popcorn. She and daddy sat together in the couch. James asked her to sit on her lap and she said yes. I sat with daddy.
In those days, I didn't pay any attention to some details that I'm remembering now. During the movie, daddy put his arm around Ariadne's shoulder and later she rested her head on daddy's shoulder. It was almost night when James and I fell asleep. All I remembered that night was that Ariadne and daddy took us into our beds and leave our room holding their hands, just like daddy and mummy used to do.

The next day I woke up first and went to daddy's room. She was there, lying next to daddy in the place my mummy used to sleep before.

"You don't need to leave Philli, I can talk to some professors in the UCLA and-"

"It's too late dad"

"But, why Paris?"

"Do you remember that I asked you the same question before?"

I was twelve when she was born. Paris. They decided to named her like the famous city, where they met. I was happy, really happy. My dad was really excited because he was getting old and he wanted more children. In that time, I didn't realise about the age difference between Ariadne and my dad. When they got married, she was 23 and daddy was 36.

One night, he put his hands on her stomach and she knew exactly what he was asking for. James and I were growing up, and he wanted to have babies with her.

I heard a discusion that night, but it wasn't a discusion indeed, it was more like a talk about future.

"Dom, I understand you. But I think I'm not ready to be a mum"

"But you are already a mum, Ari"

"It is not the same. I love your kids... I love Phillipa and James like if they were my own kids but it is not the same. I' too young and... I'm sorry I didn't mean that"

She said she was too young, but my daddy was getting old. And she forgot that fact.

"I'm so sorry Dom, I didn't-"

"It's alright love, we can wait"

He waited for six years. She was 29 and daddy was 42. And they told us a sunday morning. She was wating for a baby, and it was a girl.

"Did you think about names?"

James was excited about the news, but I wasn't. And I used to act, just like I cared about that baby.

"Paris"

"And why Paris?"

They named her Paris, like the city where they met. When I met Paris, I was happy. Truly happy.

But as soon as they went back to home from the hospital, daddy decided that we need to move on to a bigger house. He was right, we needed more space for Paris, and maybe for another baby in the future.

We moved to a big house in Venice, Los Angeles. Our new house had five rooms, three floors, a garage, a huge backyard, a kitchen and a living room. Every room was big enough. And I remembered when I helped Ariadne to paint the baby's room. It was pink, and she painted an Eiffel Tower in one wall and in a few days the room was ready for the baby.

We needed a whole week to put our things in place. Dad took care about the decoration, and filled every wall with photos, every kind of photos. Ariadne insisted to keep mum's photos in some walls, and daddy did what she said. She didn't want us to forget our mum. In that time, I thougt she was false, but now I understand.

"But you are my baby! Who is going to take care of you-"

"You didn't thought that when you left me... or you can't remember?"

I leave home and ran to the airport. He was waiting for me, wearing his favourite three piece suit, like always.

Please, let me know what you guys think about this! And please, correct me if I mess up with the grammar.

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