Chapter 4: Mamma Mia!

Summers POV

The next morning I woke up with a bright smile on my face. The dinner at party had been great. Taylor had managed to keep me and Seth off Zach's radar. This way Seth and I could backtrack outside were we sat for a long time. We didn't even talk that much, we just sat there in silence and enjoyed each others closeness.

Even Zach was amazed about my good mood when we drove home. As always he had wanted to go home early, that was also the reason why he didn't go to party's like that, and had expected that I would be pissed. But I was all harmonious.

"Good morning!", I singsong when I arrived in the kitchen this morning.

Lilly and Michael shared a glance. I wasn't exactly what you call a morning person. I and good mood in the morning happened only every other decade.

"Who are you and what have you done to my mother?", she eventually asked.

I shrugged: "As long as I keep paying your stuff you shouldn't complain about the alien brain inside of me."

"Mom's got a point!", Michael said, while he was climbing up the worktop to reach the cupboard with the cookies.

When he was almost there I lifted him down: "Don't think the alien inside of me is allowing you cookies in the morning!"

"But Mom!"

"Nah! Tonight, allright?"

"Mommy!", he pleaded his lower lip. "Please!"

I rolled my eyes and handed him the cookie: "Here. And now get ready for school!"

"Only one?", he asked slightly disappointed.

When I opened my mouth to say something, he already added a "Just kidding! Thanks!"

"You're spoiling him!", Lilly told me when I turned back into her direction to get some coffee.

"You used to ate fives cookies before school!", I told her. "It's only your good DNA that stopped you from getting fat."

"Whatev!", she took a bite of her bagle. "So what was at that dinner party yesterday that brings you into such a good mood."

"Nothing. I just slept well", I told her while smirking brightly, cos last night replayed in my head.

"It's that artist-guy isn't it? What's it about him?", her eyes blinked curiously. "Were you guys high school sweethearts or something like that?"

"Well", I stepped close to her. "Can you keep a secret?"

She nodded excited.

"Good. Cos so can I!"

With a smile I saw her mouth dropping.

All I heard when I stepped back into my bedroom was a long-drawn-out "But Mooooom!"

On the stairs I met Michael who smiled brightly: "So she didn't get a second cookie neither, huh?"

Seth's POV

"Good morning beloved parents!", I greeted my parents. My father got a hug and my mother a kiss on each cheek.

"Who are you and what have you done to our son?", Kirsten asked laughing.

"Can't I be in a good mood?"

"Of course you can!", my father answered. "But being in good mood and visiting us: that is really extraordinary!"

"Whatever! At least now we can have a nice family breakfast. Marissa and Ryan are just on their way", Mom explained.

"You know how to ruin a mood, don't you Mom?"

"What are mothers for?", she smiled. "But if it cheers you up, I'm cooking."

"Yeah... sure!", I muttered so nobody besides my father could hear it.

We walked towards the kitchen where I sat down on the big kitchen table.

"So? Aren't you gonna tell us the reason for your good mood?", my father asked.

"Nope!", I answered simple.

"Well then you won't get anything of my freshly made pancakes", she declared.

"You really think that is going to convince him, honey?", Sandy asked, taking a look at her "pancakes".

Mom gave him a look, the same look she thought that he should back her up in something, mostly parenting.

"Hey Seth, why don't you bring Anna over anymore? I haven't seen her in a lifetime", my father asked, ignoring her.

"That is because we're divorced, father. We've been ... for many years."

"Yeah but you guys seemed to get closer again, lately", Mom cut in. "I thinks it's about time you settle down and maybe give me a grandchild!"

"And that, with Anna?", I asked, wondering about my mothers sudden with for grandchildren. She had never been much of the Granny-type.

"Why not? You've known her for many years and she's a great woman!", my father answered.

"What's wrong with you guys? Who gave you the 'We want our son to marry and have a family'-drug?"

"Well seeing Ryan with Marissa makes me wishing you would find a relationship like that too", my mother said and my father agreed nodding

"You want me to find a girlfriend like Marissa? Allright, whatever you guys on: Take less!"

"Sethy!" Speaking of the devil. Marissa Cooper life sized.

I smiled friendly at her: "Do never... and I mean never, call me Sethy again!"

"But 'Sethy' is cute!", Ryan appeared behind her.

I closed my eyes and raised my hand: "Don't say cute Ryan!"

"But you are such a cutie!", Marissa laughed pinching my cheek.

I shoved her hand of me: "Don't touch me! What is going on with you guys?"

"What is going on with us? Honey?", Dad turned my mother.

"Don't you guys have to work?", I asked annoyed. "I thought I'm the artist here! You guys supposed to be all stressed out from work. Aside from Marissa of course!"

"Hate to admit it, but he's right. Sandy, come on let's go!"

The three of us got a kiss on the cheek from mom before her and Dad bailed.

"Is it me or are these two getting weirder?", I asked the couple in front of me, who were all in each others pants again.

"I talked to Holly this morning...", Marissa said all the sudden. "She told me about your dinner party last night..." Her smirk got wider.

"Yeah... what is there to tell?", I asked, knowing exactly what she was talking about. But after all Summer was still married. And as far as this didn't change nobody needed to know about us.

"Come on Sethy...", she pinched my cheek. "Am I hearing wedding bells?

When she wanted to repeat the process on my other cheek I stopped her by holding her wrist: "Don't ... and I mean it! ... don't ever touch me again, or you might not hear your own!"

She immediately took a few steps back to hide behind Ryan. (Wow! Was I really that frighting?) Who actually came a few steps closer.

"Did you just threat her?", he asked, what made me taking a few steps back for my part.

"Why would you think that?", I smiled, showing my full respect for him. "I'm just worried about Summers reputation, that's all. Really."

"Listen--", before Ryan could really start, the sound of an incoming text message saved me.

I looked apologizing at the couple before I reached for my cell. Summer.

I want you naked in my poolhouse in 15 minutes!

Summer

P.S. Love you like a fat kid cake!

"Gotta go!", I grabbed my keys and basically ran out the front door, leaving a confused couple behind.

Summers POV

I wandered from one window to the next. And that had a two reasons. One: I was expecting Seth to be here any minute. I hadn't felt that way since my first date in highschool. Not only was I jumpy. Oh no. I was tremedously horny.

But there was yet another reason that kept me on the window. My dear husband had forgot his folder. Something I had discovered after I had invited Seth. The good wife I used to be would have sat in her car and brought him the file to his office. However the good wife wasn't expecting her lover for a hot get-togehter either.

"Oh that's just fantastic!"

Two cars pulled up my driveway. The first one contained my husband. And in the second one there were dark curls. Of course.

I ran to the door. I had to foreclose any big conversation between the two.

"Honey! Hey! Did you forget something? I thought you'd be at work by now! You remember Mr. Cohen, don't you? The artist? I wanted to talk to him about maybe a drawn picture inside of the poolhouse. We've said for years that it looked boring! And after all, you know how great Mr. Cohen is...", I think I kept on talking for at least five minutes.

Behind Zachs back Seth was trying to stop me with a lot of gestures. I realised that I risked my neck with sensless talk. But I couldn't stop it. Word vomit, like Lindsay Lohan would say.

Although my husband didn't seem to notice. He just walked to his office – babbling me behind him – grabbed the file and walked back to his car.

"You spent way to much time with Taylor!" He told me with a peck on the lips before he got into his car again. "Nice to see you again Seth!"

With those words he drove of and I sank back against the door.

"God, you're a bad liar!", Seth came to me with a big smile.

He pulled me inside and closed the door behind us.

"You know, you can't tell to many details or the other person will know you're lying..."

I looked at him from top to bottom: "Why aren't you naked yet?"

He grinned an placed a soft, tender kiss on my mound. I slung my arms around his neck when I felt his tounge slowly parting my lips. His hands started to wander grabbing my ass and pulling me closer at the same time.

With my butt in his hands he suddenly stopped the kissing and looked at me: "Have you gained weight?"

"Should I slap you before we do it or wait till after?"

"For all I care you can slap me during!", he told me and went back to smother me with kisses. His hands had reached my breasts by now, shoving the airy dress of them. Lowering his head he started to kiss his way down my neck.

Mamma mia, here I go again
My my, how can I resist you?
Mamma mia, does it show again?
My my, just how much I've missed you
Yes, I've been brokenhearted
Blue since the day we parted
Why, why did I ever let you go?
Mamma mia, now I really know,
My my, I could never let you go.

I placed my hands on the side of his face forcing him to look at me: "Skip it!"

"What?"

"The foreplay! I've waited eight years. I couldn't be more ready!"

To be continued...