They had moved to the couch Addy curled into Meatball's side. He was still lost on what was going on. The only difference between now and 15 minutes ago, Addy had stopped crying. He had to admit that the silence that had fallen over them was starting to turn awkward.
"Addison, tells me you're in a band," Taven said, breaking the wall of silence that had crept in. Meatball just nodded, there was no way to answer that, because he already knew it. "I have this charity event coming up next month. The band that was booked had to back out. You interested in doing something like that?"
"Of course," he replied. Even if he wasn't interested in it, how was he suppose to say no? It was for charity and his girlfriend's brother was the one asking him. He couldn't turn it down and look bad in front of them both.
"I'm going to need to sit in on practice or something, so I know what I'm dealing with."
"Tomorrow night at the Rammer Jammer." The words were out of his mouth before he had a chance to even think them. He was going to have a lot of groveling with Wade.
"The what?" Taven asked.
"It's this cute little bar in Bluebell." It wasn't exactly cute, but it was nice to hear his girl gush and the giggles that had escaped at her brothers confused face was music to his ears. "I'll get you there. I haven't heard him play yet." The smile she now had on her face made his heart melt.
"Great, I've got to get back to the office, I'll see you both tomorrow. You gonna be okay?" Addy nodded.
"You can tell me what's going on. Or you don't have to, we can just sit here," he told her, when Taven was gone. He didn't want her to feel like she had to tell him what was wrong, even if he wanted to know.
"It's stupid and silly, now that I think about it," she confessed, looking down.
"Stupid or silly doesn't matter. Whatever it is, it has you down."
"My parents are getting divorced after 42 years of marriage. I told you it was stupid and silly." Meatball pulled her close.
"It's not stupid or silly. You have every right to be upset about that. They're your parents, the two people you looked up to your whole life." She leaned up placing a soft kiss to his cheek.
"I'm quite happy that no one else had snatched you up. You're the sweetest most caring guy around," she commented. Normally the words would have him scoffing because that wasn't him, but with Addison he was just different. It should scare him, but he wasn't scared of the way he was around her. He was however scared of what the future held for him and Addison.
"I'm happy that your ex made the biggest mistake of his life by letting you go," he stated firmly, pulling her onto his lap. "You are simply just the sexiest must amazing gal around," he whispered, pressing his bigger, rougher lips against her soft, smaller ones.
"Zoe!" Wade called out, seeing that his girlfriend's bed was empty. Lights were on, but Zoe was nowhere to be found. He unbuttoned his shirt and he moved through the carriage house, tossing it on the bed. His boots were already sitting by the door. He pushed the door to the bathroom open seeing Zoe sitting on the edge of the tub. Fear and happiness were evident in her eyes. "Zo?" He asked, moving to bend down in front of her. Her hands sought his out.
After leaving the Rammer Jammer, she started to feel a little woozy. She had put it on the wine, but she had never felt like that before with only one glass. She had made a little pit stop on her way home. With the results, she now had to find a way to tell Wade. For hours she had reused to acknowledge she could be. But the doctor in herself told her otherwise.
"Zoe, you're starting to scare me, what's going on?"
"We need a bigger house, we can't live on the Mayors plantation for the rest of our lives." That had threw Wade off. They weren't even living together. And Zoe was already planning their future together.
"Why do we need a bigger place, Zoe?"
"I'm pregnant," she told him. He noticed that the fear had now completely taken over. Kids wasn't the number one thing he ever thought about. He didn't know if he wanted kids. Maybe he did. He was now going to be a father. They really did need a bigger place. Getting back with Zoe, he never thought about having kids this soon with her, not when things could take a turn for the worst. Things surely had taken a turn, but a good turn. "Say something," Zoe begged not able to read him.
"We're going to be parents," he told her, getting to his feet bringing Zoe in for a hug. "It's surreal, but I'm overjoyed about the news. House's can wait, right now we're going to celebrate this little miracle," he smirked, pressing his lips to hers in a hungry and searing kiss, leaving Zoe breathless and no chance of replying.
"What are you doing?" George asked, seeing Annabeth's kitchen covered in flour.
"I was bored, figured I'd bake some muffins, pies, brownies and a cake," AB told him with a shrug.
"What's going on?" He asked finding a spot to sit that wasn't covered in flour. Everyone in town knew Annabeth only baked this much when she was upset about something.
"I'm getting a basket ready for Lemon's auction. But then I couldn't help myself, after having an awkward run in with Lavon," she rambled, turning her back on her boyfriend, not wanting to deal with whatever he thought about this whole situation.
"I really thought you would be over Lavon, by now. Just this morning you were telling me how I was the one they made everything feel whole." There was no anger to his voice, just depression.
"You are, George. But I have a past with Lavon, just like you have a past with Lemon. The only difference, my breakup with Lavon is still recent and with things he has done, it's still weird to be around him as a friend."
"So Lemon got ya too?" He asked, taking her flour covered hand in his own. She nodded giving him a smile. They would discuss it more later, if there really was more that needed to be discussed. But right now they were just going to let it go because there was nothing to it.
"Other than something from Zoe and Meatball, I've got everyone else taken care of. There is no silly little town events next week is there?" Lemon asked looking over at Lavon.
"Just the silent auction for Fancies. 9 till 9 in town square," Lavon told her. "Now can we put this to rest and enjoy the rest of our night?"
"Of course, Lavon," she smiled, placing her notebook down, to gaze up at the stars.