A/N: Will we ever see the aftermath of Day 1? Not today at least! Here's another one that's got another installment coming, further down the line. I present to you, Day 3!
Day 3: "Will you be the star on my Christmas tree tonight?"
Part 1 of "in the house"
Addison's mother, Missy, claps her hands as the last of the ornaments gets placed on the tree. "Who wants to put the star on?" she asks with a grin.
Addison gasps, exclaiming, "Oh! Me!" while jumping up and down.
Zed raised his eyebrows. He looks from his girlfriend to the large Christmas tree they'd just finished decorating, knowing there was no way she could put the star on without a ladder, at least.
He looks over at her dad, Dale, who's slowly cleaning the floor under the tree of any discarded ornaments. His entire focus isn't on the task, and he catches Zed's eye, seemingly sharing the same thought.
"I don't know, Addy, sure you can reach?" Zed teases.
He hears her scoff before she turns around, giving him a pout. "No!" She crosses her arms and smirks. "But that's why I have a super tall, handsome boyfriend. Why else did you think I invited you?"
Dale snorts a laugh and Zed holds back his own chuckle. "Um, because you love me?"
"Nope!" she says cheekily. "Just 'cause you're tall." She crosses the room and grabs his arm, starting to pull him to his feet. "Now, up."
He rolls his eyes but lets her pull him to his feet. She skips over to the coffee table to grab the elegant star she and Missy had carefully put to the side when they first started decorating (three hours ago!). She picks it up with delicate fingers, then smiles as she returns to Zed's side.
"Put me on your shoulders," she says.
He instantly shakes his head. There's no way he was going to lift her up like that. For starters, if she dropped the star, her mother would kill both of them. And she was also pregnant!
"I'm not putting you on my shoulders."
"Why not!" Addison whines. "It'll be faster than getting a ladder."
He blanches. "You're pregnant!"
"Barely!" she defends. "I was also a cheerleader. I've been lifted countless times, now stop whining—"
Zed's shoulders slump. "Addy, come on," he says. This was much different than cheer, especially since she hadn't cheered in two years.
"It'll take like two seconds," she adds. "And I know you won't drop me, so let's go."
She pouts, tilting her head and giving him her puppy dog eyes that she knew he couldn't say no to.
Zed huffs but relents. He just had to focus on keeping her steady. The beaming smile that lit up her face almost made the risk worth it. Almost.
Addison passes the star to her mother, turning her head and looking expectantly at her boyfriend for him to lift her. Hesitantly, he kneels down low in front of her and she climbs over his back to place her thighs on his shoulders. Once he's got a firm grip on her knees, he slowly stands, counterbalancing even the slightest wobble of the precious cargo on his shoulders until he's fully upright. Missy comes up beside them and offers the star up to her daughter.
Zed glances up and knows Addy is high enough, but she'll still have to stretch forward to reach the top of the tree and put the star on. His grip tightens on her legs as worry forms a pit in his belly. One wrong move and she could get hurt, or worse, the baby.
"Be extra careful, Adds," Zed warns before adding, "I can only do so much to keep you steady."
Addison rolls her eyes but a fond smile stays on her lips, he's only being so protective because he cares. She holds the star with one hand, using the other to run her fingers through his hair affectionately. "I will," she promises him.
He relaxes a little, knowing she was taking his concern seriously enough. He steps closer to the tree, moving slowly and carefully to keep Addison steady.
She locks her ankles behind his back, letting go of his hair and stretching up to grab the tree. Zed squeezes her thighs, keeping her stable while she puts the star on. Off to the side, he can hear her mom cooing as she takes pictures.
"Just think, next year you'll be lifting your little baby to do this!"
Zed rolls his eyes. Missy had been hit the hardest with baby fever ever since they told her a couple of weeks ago.
"Mom, the baby will only be a couple of months old next Christmas," Addison says matter-of-factly. "Not old enough to put the star up."
"You can help it!"
"Okay Mom," Addison says with a sigh.
Zed holds back a laugh. Addison pats his head. "I'm finished," she says. "Bring me down!"
"So bossy," he mutters teasingly.
"Gimme your hands!"
Zed laughs. He backs away from the tree, then lifts his hands. Addison takes them and positions them on her hips. "I'm gonna jump!" she warns. "Hold my hips, guide me down. Got it?"
"Are you sure it's safe?"
"I've done this thousands of times and have landed on my feet almost always."
"Almost?"
Addison ignores his worries. "Ready?"
He swallows his worry, muttering, "Yeah."
She counts, then does a little jump. He helps guide her, ducking his head down and helping her down until she's on the ground. Addison giggles, turning around to face him. She's grinning in that special Addison way that lets him know she has something terrible on her mind—either an insanely bad idea or insanely sexual thought. Never anything in between.
She leans in and whispers in his ear. "Is it crazy that that was kinda hot?"
Zed winced slightly. "Just a little."
"I mean, I always love it when you worry about me," she whispers, "and when you hold me, and touch me, and when I have your head between my legs…"
Zed stifles a laugh. He loves her, he really does, but it was too easy getting pregnant Addison all hot and bothered. Surprisingly easy. Way easier than it should be.
"Look how pretty the tree is!" Missy exclaims.
Addison gives Zed one last smile before turning around, but Zed figures some light teasing is in order. Especially if she's already horny.
He wraps his arms around her and pulls her back into his chest, resting his chin on her shoulder. "Good work on the star," he says, loud enough her parents can hear. Then, quieter, just for her, he whispers, "As much as I love being between your legs, doing my absolute worst to my beautiful angel, I'd much rather have my own star on top of my tree. If you know what I mean?"
Missy claps loudly, but Addison barely pays her mother any mind. A shiver runs through his girlfriend at the prospect. "Will you be the star on my Christmas tree tonight?" Zed asks quietly.
Addison squeals quietly and nods. "Not tonight, I need you now," she whispers.
"Let's get a picture!" Missy exclaims.
Zed raises an eyebrow at Addison, then lets her go from his hold. He's not exactly sure how she plans on pulling that off, but her mother is demanding pictures and he wants to stay on their good side. Especially considering he already knocked up their twenty-year-old daughter. Getting caught dirty talking would get him banned very quickly.
Zed and Addison both move to the tree, briefly putting aside their plans in favor of taking pictures in front of the tree.
Addison walks into the kitchen, wringing her fingers together nervously. She glances back, making sure Zed was still keeping her father preoccupied in the den, before going over to her mother at the sink.
"Hey Mama," she greets.
Missy smiles at her then returns her attention to the dishes. "Hey Addy, what's up?" she asks.
"Nothing, I just had a slight um, pregnancy-related issue," she says.
"Oh?" Missy glances at her, almost worriedly, but Addison smiles to reassure her so she returns to a curious look. "What's the issue, dear?"
"Well, you know, I've been pregnant for like, a month," Addison explains, "and I just—I mean, my hormones are all out of whack. Last week Zed caught me sobbing while doing the dishes. I won't even explain, it was bad. I just have been going through the motions, really, and I'm—"
"Horny?" Missy guesses.
Addison stops her rambling and nods. "Like, insanely. And I promise I won't ask this every day while we're here I just—can you and Dad be 'running errands' for a bit, please? I promise this won't happen again."
Missy chuckles. "Don't worry, I won't judge. It's perfectly natural. Plus, it makes me really happy you feel comfortable enough to tell me the truth."
Addison smiles but doesn't say anything else. She waits a second before asking, "So…?"
"Let me finish the dishes," Missy scolds lightly. "So impatient."
Addison breathes out a laugh. "I'm gonna—" She gestures back towards the living room, before slinking out of the kitchen and back to where Zed and her dad are.
They aren't doing much, lounging in the den, chatting as one does. Her father and her zombie boyfriend. Or would it be more appropriate to call Zed her zombie baby daddy?
Doesn't matter. Labels never matter to them. They were together, and exclusive, and that's all either of them ever cared about. Boyfriend/girlfriend was too casual to describe their relationship, in their opinion. It was more than that.
She really, truly loves him with every fiber of her being. And the way he's lounging on the couch—arms stretching over the back, legs slightly spread, slouching—and his sweatpants. God, he was going to be the death of her.
Addison walks into the den, smiling at her dad, sitting in his favorite armchair, then making a beeline for Zed. The conversation pauses, both of them watching as she sits next to Zed and cuddles into his side.
"Hello, what're you guys talking about?"
Zed turns his head and smiles, wrapping an arm around her and pulling her closer. "The baby," he says. "It's become my only personality trait I'm afraid."
She giggles, turning her head into his side further. "That's very true," she says to both him and Dale. "It's all he talks about."
"I'm just excited," he says sheepishly. "Having a baby with the woman I love."
"Yes, your girlfriend." Zed and Addison both look over at Dale. "Not, you know, your wife. Or fiancé. No big deal or anything."
Addison rolls her eyes. She was glad that was the only thing that bothered her parents, but it was also annoying as hell for them to constantly ask about wedding plans.
"We're still in school," she reminds him, "and in no place to be getting married."
"And it doesn't matter much to us, just a stupid legal classification for what, taxes? Doesn't matter." Zed shrugs. "I know she's mine, she knows I'm hers."
"Yes but—"
"No," Addison says firmly. "We're both in agreement, and that's what matters, so drop it."
Dale looks between them but sighs and relents, muttering a, "Fine, fine."
Addison smiles, settling back into Zed's side. She loves snuggling with him, but her eyes can't stop drifting down to his sweatpants. It's not like he's hard or his dick is even noticeable, not with how baggy his pants are, but it's hard to keep focused on anything that's not related to Zed being naked, especially when she's so horny.
'Come on Mom,' she thinks.
"If you don't mind me asking—"
"We do." Addison cuts off her father.
Zed stifles a laugh, while Dale stammers in confusion. "I-uh-Sorry? I just, I wanted to ask—"
"Can't we talk about this later?" Addison asks, exasperated with her father.
"I just think—"
Luckily, he never gets to finish that thought. Missy enters the den, patting her hands dry on a towel and saying, "Dishes are all done! Dale, honey, I just got a call from my sister. She needs help making dinner for tonight. And there's absolutely no way I'm going there alone."
"Addison can go with you, it can be a mother-daughter event!"
Addison hides her glare in Zed's side.
"Addison is pregnant, and I will not subject my sweet, slightly emotionally unstable daughter to my sister's wrath," Missy says. "Come on, dear! The sooner we get there the sooner we can leave!"
Dale huffs but compiles, standing and following his wife out of the den. Addison smiles to herself, butterflies fluttering in her stomach because, in a few minutes, they'd have the house all to themselves!
Zed chuckles quietly. "What did you do?"
She lifts her head and smiles sweetly. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Well, ten minutes ago you told me you were horny. And now your parents are leaving, probably for a very long time, and we will be alone. I feel like you did something to cause this."
Addison giggles. She stretches up and plants a kiss on his jaw. "Just hush and be glad you have a very horny, very determined girlfriend," she whispers.
Zed pulls her across his lap, and Addison adjusts so she's sitting sideways, her legs stretched out to one of his sides, while still being able to face him. She kisses him playfully. "Are you gonna get hard or must I do all the work here," she mumbles.
"Your parents could walk in any minute," he reminds her.
"I'm sure they're under the impression that we have sex," she whispers.
"I doubt they want to see it, though," he chimes. "Plus, I think your dad will quite literally throw me in Containment and 'lose' the key."
Addison giggles. "And I'll accidentally get stuck there with you." She pecks his lips. "You're not getting away from me that easily."
"Good." Zed pulls away from her and Addison frowns. She's about to complain but then she hears her parents' footsteps approaching, something she's sure Zed heard before she could.
She assumes her most innocent position, searching her brain for something random to say so it looked like they had been talking and not exchanging kisses.
"I just think Incredibles is better, I'm sorry," she says with a shrug. "I mean, I know where you're coming from, but I think I just don't like Cars all that much."
"Oh my god," Zed mumbles, rolling his eyes.
Her parents peek into the den. "We're heading out now," Missy says. She looks between the two, putting on a stern look. "Addy, try taking it easy, okay? No funny business."
"'Kay Mom," Addison says. "We're probably just going to watch a movie or something."
Missy gives them a weary look but nods. "We'll try not to be out too long."
"Knowing your sister, we'll probably be gone for hours," Dale grumbles.
Missy rolls her eyes fondly. She starts to lead her husband to the door, calling back, "Bye!"
"Bye!" Zed and Addison shout in unison.
They stare after Addison's parents, both pairs of eyes fixated on the den doorway. The second the front door closes, Zed wraps his arms around Addison and flips them over, pulling a squeal from her before he leans down and kisses her roughly.
to be continued…