Day 16: Caught

Addison giggled, sneaking her hands under her husband's coat and shirt and feeling up his still taut stomach while he fumbled with the house key. They had left work early—a little after eleven—and went for lunch. There was a lot of wine at eleven thirty in the morning, and they took an Uber home. A slightly...steamy Uber ride home.

Zed pushes the door open, pulling Addison inside and kicking it closed. They made quick work of their coats, barely managing to hang them up and drop their work bags in the kitchen. Zed grabbed her around her waist, pulling her in and planting a rough kiss to her lips. Addison moaned, her arms locking around his neck, standing on her toes to reach him. His hands traveled down until he grabbed her thighs and hoisted her up and she linked her ankles behind his back, kissing him more insistently.

Zed stumbled, his butt bumping into the table which he ended up half sitting on as he drunkenly made out with his wife. Their hands roamed each other's bodies, mouths hungry and desperate.

"Mm, Zed," she moaned. "Bedroom."

The first time Addison and Zed had been caught in the act, they were seventeen, and it was Addison's mom. What followed was the most awkward conversation Addison had ever had, and that is including when they first taught her about sex. Missy had warned them, way back then, that they should probably lock the door.

They should've listened.

In their defense, they thought their kids wouldn't be home for, like, three more hours. They'd both forgotten that it was the last day before winter break, which meant it was a half day of school. Neither had heard the front door open or their kids arguing as they walked into the house. They were oblivious, lost in each other. At least until their door burst open, their kids peering in, concerned.

"Mom are you—" Zenia had started, then immediately screamed with her brother.

Addison and Zed screamed, Addison slipped off from atop her husband and fumbling with the sheet. The kids were already running away in horror and both Zed and Addison held the blanket up to their necks, panting and frantic.

"Oh my god," Addison breathed. "Oh my god. Zed."

He looked at her, trying for a slight smile. "Way to kick off Christmas break, huh?"

"Wha-what are we gonna do?" Addison asked. "We've ruined our kids! They'll never be able to unsee that! They'll random think about sex and then see that—us! Oh my god!"

Zed wrapped his arms around her as she started crying, bringing her head down into his shoulder. "Oh Baby," he cooed, rubbing her back. "First things first, we put in some clothes. sober up. Uh...and figure out the rest. When it comes."

Addison started giggled, lifting her head up. "You didn't."

"Oh my god, Addy!" he laughed. "Now is not the time. We must protect the innocence…ness of our kiddos."

Addison laughed. "I don't want to...talk to the kids. I...that's so fucking weird. I can't...can't er just pretend it didn't happen?"

"That'll just makes it so much worse," Zed said. "Remember when Zoey walked in on us? I had to be there while my dad gave her the sex talk."

"Why are we so bad at being discrete?"

"'Cause you're irresistible."

Addison giggled, pulling away from him. They got dressed and Addison ran downstairs to eat while Zed went in search of his kids. He knocked first on Zenia's door, waiting for her quiet, "Um, come in?" before walking inside.

Zenia was sitting on her bed, her eyes wide. "Um, we should probably...talk," Zed said. "Downstairs? Five minutes?"

Zenia nodded, eyes trained on his face a little too hard. "Okay Dad. Five minutes. Bye."

Zed nodded and left, closing the door and walking to Zander's room. He took a deep breath; Zander was always kind of closed off, which Addison assured was just because middle school was tough on him, especially since he was half zombie and a lot of other things that he couldn't remember too hard because he was too drunk to think that far back.

He knocked and waited for Zander to call him in. Zander was sitting at his desk, headphones around his neck and definitely avoiding eye contact.

"Hey Bud—"

"Dad," Zander interrupted. "I could hear you talking to Zenia. Five minutes."

Zed nodded. "Okay."

"The walls are pretty thin in this house," Zander added. "Like, really thin."

"I get it, just, five—er—four-ish, minutes. I dunno."

Zander nodded and put his headphones back over his ears.

Zed went downstairs and found Addison dancing around the kitchen, snacking on chips while she made messy sandwiches. "Addy," he sang as he walked up to her. "I think we've ruined Christmas this year," Zed said.

She pouted and looked up at him. "We did?"

"Zander can't look me in the eye!"

Addison laughed. "That's too bad. But, we'll wing it. We always do."