Author: In Fair Verona
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Seth and Summer engender a 'rumor' which travels around Newport and learn the consequences of their actions when the unexpected happens.
Shipper: Seth x Summer
Disclaimer: It is all property of FOX, every last bit of it. I don't own anything in this story or related to it.
A/N: Incredibly short... but FINISHED.
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Summer Cohen was reclined on the sofa in the living room of the cozy little house which Kirsten Cohen had purchased for her almost five years ago. In her lap was an open advertising textbook. Summer was currently in her fourth and final year of college, majoring in advertising, and graduating come may. At the moment she was pouring over her notes to prepare for the fall semester's final exam, while a daily soap opera played quietly in the background.
She was interrupted by the sound of the front door being flung ajar, light speedy footsteps followed by heavier, more paced ones. Around the wall a young boy ran, kicking off his dirty sneakers before hopping onto the carpet and running towards the place where his mother sat.
"Mommy! Mommy!" Zeke Cohen exclaimed excitedly, climbing up into his mother's lap and shoving a piece of paper infront of her face. "Look what I did in school today!" Summer smiled obligingly, taking the crumpled piece of paper and unravelling it, smoothing it out against her thigh. "It's our house, and me, and you, and daddy!" Zeke beamed innocently.
"Wow, Zeke, that's really... interesting." Summer chuckled, ruffling his thick curly hair. "But I don't think mommy is that big." Zeke's expression wavered for a moment, before Summer quickly interjected, "But you know what? I think this deserves to be hung up. Write next to Daddy's masterpiece in our bedroom. How does that sound?"
"Yeah! I could be just like Daddy."
"Oh, I wouldn't go that far." Summer replied with a teasing frown.
"I heard that." Seth said, throwing his keys on the kitchen counter and then walking into the living room. Summer gave him a look before he remembered to take off his shoes before stepping on the carpet and quickly remedied the act.
"No shoes on the carpet, Dad!" Zeke exclaimed.
"You heard your son." Summer agreed, looking at Seth pointedly.
"Oh, I see how it is. You think you're cooler than me, don't you?" Seth asked his son, "Be prepared to be proven wrong."
"Yeah right!" Zeke retorted, though his over-confident expression suddenly wavered when Seth took a threatening step towards the young boy, picking him up off his mother's lap and then proceeding to attack him with relentless tickles, "Ah! No! Dad-!"
"Not so tough now are you?" Seth said triumphantly, placing his son down gently.
"Don't worry, Zeke. Your father used to cry during girly movies." Summer reassured him. Zeke made a face and Seth turned towards Summer with a warm expression.
"And hello to you my beautiful but incredibly acerbic wife." Seth remarked, bending forward to kiss her. The exchange withdrew gagging noises from Zeke.
"Ew." He remarked, closing his eyes and turning away. Summer smiled, pulling away from Seth.
"Hey, what are you cooking for dinner tonight?" Summer asked him, pulling him down to sit beside her and then propping her legs up on his lap.
"I haven't decided yet. Did you have anything in mind?" Seth asked nonchalantly, massaging Summer's foot.
"I was kind of craving some picante." Summer admitted innocently.