Disclaimer: The O.C. is not mine.

Here's the second part of the previous chapter. I have to say that this is just me having fun with Olive because I love her character, and also to show how much they love her and the relationship they have with her, not that that wasn't clear, but still. It starts right after last chapter finished so everything is on the same day. I also decided to post this today because my birthday is tomorrow so I figured that called for a happy chapter. I had fun writing this and I hope you'll have fun reading it as well. Thanks for the reviews for last chapter.

"Look who's up?" Olive was rubbing the sleep from her eyes while holding onto Seth's hand. They found Summer reading a magazine on the couch.

"Bee!" She squealed when she saw her walking towards her.

"Mama!" She squealed just as high.

After the hugs and kisses, Olive asked "why am I here? It's not Friday yet."

"No, it's not. Mommy said we could bring you over and get you back tomorrow."

"I'm sleeping over?"

"Yes, baby," Summer answered her.

She turned to Seth who was standing behind them, smiling happily at the sight. "Come Daddy, you haven't kissed me yet."

"I haven't?" He mocked surprise.

"No." He went to her and gave her the same amount of hugs and kisses Summer had given her.

"You look really pretty today, Bee. I like that headband on you."

"Mama got it for me."

"Good choice, Mama," he said looking over at Summer.

"You can't expect any less from me. My daughter is the most fashionable kid out there."

"I am," Olive agreed, grinning up to Seth.

"Do you even know what that means, sweetie?" He asked.

"No, but if Mama says it it's true."

"Yes, Seth, Mama's always right," she stated before pulling Olive onto her lap and kissing her.

"My hair is tangled, fix it." Olive said while running her little fingers through her hair.

"Fix it, please," Seth corrected her.

"Fix it, please, Mama."

"I'll do it," Seth piped in before Summer could answer.

Olive gave him a skeptical look, followed by a pleading one to Summer to which she responded by laughing. "Daddy will do it for you, Bee. I'm going to take a shower so we can go to the park, okay?"

"No."

"Yes, Bee." She then turned to Seth who had gone and come back, a brush now in his hand and an eager look on his face. "Just brush through it, don't try anything weird like last time, no braids, not even a pony tail," she said warningly.

"I won't," he answered now coming closer to Olive who seemed to be frightened and backed away.

"Seriously, Seth, you scared her bad enough last time." It had taken a lot of conditioner, screaming, and crying to fix the huge tangled mess that Seth had done to her hair last time. He was supposed to do a pony tail, but it had turned out as nothing like it.

"He won't do anything weird, baby." She placed a kiss on top of her head and went into her bedroom.

Throughout her shower all she heard were screams from Olive and nags from Seth. She put the towel around herself before running out after hearing a higher than normal shriek from Olive.

"No!" Seth screamed annoyed.

"Yeeeeeeees!" Olive shrieked once again.

Olive was standing on the couch with the brush over Seth's head, and he was trying to avoid it touching his head. "Olive, what's wrong? You have to stop with the screaming, the same goes for you, Cohen."

"Thank God, Summer, she wants to do my hair, but she's making it all fluffy and crazy."

"What did you do to her?"

"Nothing, I swear. Olive, show her your hair."

Olive, who was still trying to brush his hair with him swatting her away, turned to Summer so she could see her. She had her hair parted to the side and it looked all nice and smooth.

"Baby, you look so pretty. Did you thank Daddy for doing it nicely?"

"I know. I said thanks. I want to make his look pretty too."

She turned to Seth again with her brush, and he whined "Sum, help me, please."

She noted that his hair did look crazier than normal, probably from Olive's work, so she took pity on him. "Bee, you can do my hair. I'll go get dressed and you can come in and brush it, okay? Let Daddy go."

"No! Your hair is already pretty. It always looks pretty when you do it. Daddy needs my help to make it pretty too."

"Oh, sweetie, that is such a nice thing to say to me. Thank you. I love you, baby," she said before kissing her cheek, melting with her words.

She then kissed Seth on the cheek too and ruffled his hair with her hand. "Cohen, let your daughter do your hair."

At this, Olive perked up and grinned up to Seth holding up the brush in her hand again. "Can I?"

"Fine," he answered defeated.

When she came out all ready to go out, she saw Seth brooding on the couch with Olive on his lap, happily watching a Disney movie. She had to keep in her laughter when she saw the hairstyle that Olive had come up with for Seth. She had parted his hair down the middle, flattening it and somehow she had made the ends stick out, very grandpa Munster-like. Blame that on him making her watch the Munsters a few weeks ago.

Seth didn't seem happy at all and was ignoring her being in the room. When he saw that she was about to say something, he stopped her "don't even say it."

"What?" She answered innocently.

"Whatever it is you are going to say."

"I was just going to say that I'm ready and we can leave now. If you thought I was going to say something about your hair, then…"

"Don't."

Olive, who had been too focused on the movie, sat up when she heard the word hair. "You like Daddy's hair?" she said, pointing to his hair.

"Yes, babe, I think you should do his hair more often. Come," she extended her hand so she could take it "let's go."

"I think I'm just going to stay here. You girls go, have fun," Seth said from his place in front of the TV.

"Why?" Summer and Olive said at the same time.

"Ummm," he said thinking of a quick excuse. "I have some work to get done."

"You don't work, Daddy."

Summer laughed next to her, and then looking at Seth, stopped. "Daddy is a writer, remember Olive? That's his job."

"Oh, yes, that. Let's go," she said trying to pull him up and ignoring what he had just said about not going.

"No, Bee, I'm staying here, you and your mom can go. I'll be here when you come back."

"Cohen, what's this about?" Summer asked confused.

He pointed to his hair, trying not to let Olive notice what was bothering him.

"That? Don't be silly, no one will notice."

"No one will notice what?" Olive asked.

"Nothing," they said in unison.

"I'm not going," Seth repeated.

"You don't like your hair," Olive said sadly.

"That's not it, Bee, my hair is perfect," he said quickly.

"Okay," she said getting over it, "let's go."

Summer twirled Olive around her legs in a playful manner to distract her, and then covered her ears before quickly whispering towards Seth. "Seth, she's proud of what she did, you can't take that away from her. Look how excited she is about going out with us, including you and your crazy hair." She took her hands away from Olive's ears and turned her around so Seth could see her smiling.

She did look overwhelmingly happy. Seth would take public embarrassment everyday if it meant Olive would be happy, so he picked her up and kissed her. "Let's go, Bee, I can work later."

Summer mouthed a 'thank you' to him, and they were out the door.

Seth was getting Olive ready for bed, but failing miserably because she kept insisting they had a lot more playing to do. Summer went into Olive's room to say goodnight, but realized she was nowhere near sleep.

"What are you guys doing?"

"Playing," they answered. Apparently this game consisted of them poking each other and laughing each time they did so. Summer smiled at their interaction and then decided to ask something that had been on her mind for some days now.

"Olive, I want to ask you something," she said sitting her up, trying to get the poking to stop.

"Yes."

"I haven't even asked you yet."

"Yes," she repeated and then poked Seth on the ribs, which made him laugh and made him poke her back.

Summer was getting annoyed so she took Olive's hand and pushed Seth away. "Cohen, I want to ask her something."

"Okay," he said and tried to poke her. She pushed him away again instead of laughing like he was expecting. She turned to Olive.

"Olive, listen to me." Olive had gone back to the poking and Seth kept encouraging it with his laughs.

"Olive," she said, this time sternly.

This got her attention and she stopped and looked at her. "Yes, Mama."

"Do you like it when you come here?"

"Yes," she said, swinging her legs on the side of the bed. Seth next to her wondered why she was asking her that.

"Do you like it when you're at Mommy's?"

"Yes." Of course she did, Summer thought. It was where she spent most of her time. She didn't know why she had expected her to say she didn't, deep down she was glad she did. If she didn't, that meant her daughter was unhappy, and she couldn't ever wish for that. But she had expected her to say something to clear up her doubts and make her want to do what she knew she had to.

Seth seeing her lost in her thoughts, and Olive staring at her confused, decided to try to get the attention away from her.

Summer snapped out of her daze when she heard Olive laughing hysterically again and Seth causing it by making sounds against her cheek. He was acting terribly childish, which was his usual self, but somehow she wished he could sense why that brief conversation with Olive had bothered her so much.

"I'm kind of tired, I'm just going to let you guys keep having fun with each other. Cohen, make sure she goes to sleep soon, no more than thirty minutes, okay?" She said dully.

"Yeah, okay," he answered, looking at her with a worried expression.

She gave Olive a quick kiss and wished her goodnight before walking out of the room.

She was almost out of hearing range when she heard Olive calling out for her. She came back in the room and Olive said shyly "sometimes when I'm at Mommy's, I miss you and Daddy."

"You do?"

She nodded "sometimes I cry too, and Mommy says you love me and Friday will come soon."

"Sometimes it doesn't feel soon enough, right?"

Olive nodded and Summer hugged her, trying to stay strong. Seth joined in the hug and told Olive he missed her too.

"Would you like to come here more often, stay with us longer than you do now? Summer asked after the hug.

Olive nodded happily and Summer smiled back at her. Seth noted how this was the happiest he had seen her in a long time. "Daddy and I are going to try to make that happen," Summer said.

Seth whispered something in Olive's ear, and before Summer could register it she was tackled to the floor with Seth and Olive attacking her with kisses.

She was laughing and trying to push them off when Seth placed his hands in each side of her face, locking eyes with her. "You got your answer, didn't you?"

"Yeah," she answered. He did know what had been bothering her minutes earlier. He did know, he always knew.

He kissed her on the lips, lingering longer that he had intended it to. Besides them, a shrieking "nooooooooooo" came from Olive.

They both stopped the kiss and looked at her puzzled. She usually didn't care when they kissed in front of her.

"Kiss me, Mama, not Daddy."

They both laughed before kissing her until the laughing tired her out.