"We should go out to dinner to celebrate." Kevin kissed her on her neck.
"Good idea. Only the two of us?"
"Yep. And tomorrow we can tell the others that almost everything is ready for our wedding."
"Mmm." she sighed. "I wish Betsey could be one of the bridesmaids."
"Well, you can ask her next time." he said.
"I don't think she wants to see us." Addison grimaced.
"So, Mr. Nelson, it's all set for the 23rd of September. Nice dare for a wedding by the way."
"Thank you."
The wedding planner smiled at them and nodded. "So we'll meet again to decide the last details. Goodbye."
"Goodbye, thank you."
As they exited, Addison wrapped her hand around Kevin's. "Thank you for making me happy Kev."
"I promise I always will."
In that moment, Kevin's phone rang.
"Hello? Yes. WHAT? For God's sake, that girl's... Yeah, we're coming. Yes. Thanks."
He turned towards Addison, who was looking at him expectantly.
"It was someone from the police station. They arrested Betsy and when they asked her her parents' number she gave ours."
"They arrested her? She's only fifteen Kevin!"
"Addison, I've only seen her three times but believe me I'm not that surprised."
"What are we doing now? She's not under our charge."
"I don't know. Let's get there first."
"What the hell did she get arrested for?" Addison hissed.
"Hey, don't take it out on me. Drugs, I suppose."
"God, Kevin, I knew we should have kept her at our house."
"Addison, I told the social workers to keep an eye on her, I thought they would."
"Maybe the called the cops on her when they found the drugs. Maybe she was right and they don't give a-"
"They care." he told her. "It's their job and they chose it because they care. She's the one who doesn't consider them. We're gonna take her home, anyway, and see a judge as soon as possible to adopt her. Okay?" he squeezed her hand.
"She's a drug-addict. There are moments in which I blame myself for it."
"You don't have to, babe."
"She's so young, Kevin. She doesn't deserve what life has been giving her."
"We can make it better." Kevin smiled softly, and she nodded her head as an answer.
x
"We're here for Betsy Parker. We didn't understand exactly what happened..."
Addison noticed that he didn't say they weren't the teen's parents, but nor that they weren't.
"Hey!" Betsy greeted them with a smile, as if she hadn't just been arrested.
"Your daughter was in possession of illegal drugs. We confiscated it and-"
"If we pay the bail, can she come home? Will there be consequences?" he knew all of those things, but he hoped to scare Betsy a little talking about it.
"For this time, you can take her home. If it happens again since she's only fifteen she'll have to do some community service. If she's caught selling it,-"
"That won't happen, sir." Kevin interrupted him.
"Can we just pay and take her home?" Addison asked apprehensively.
"Yay!" Betsy squealed, winking to Addison. The woman glared at her angrily, and the girl's smile got bigger.
"Sign here." the man told Kevin.
"Done." he turned towards Addison and Betsey. "Let's go."
x
"Where are we going?" Betsy glanced at them from the back seat.
"Home." they told her at the same time, their voices slightly raised.
"You mean the group home, right?"
"No. We mean our place." Addison answered.
"What? I don't want to go there! I only called you to get out of there... you can leave me here."
"Betsy, you keep calling us. When you don't call us, you stop by for dinner or I follow you wherever you are."
"And you threaten to get my friends arrested." she reminded him bitterly, crossing her arms on her chest.
"Yes, and do you know why I do that? It's because I care. I'm not ever stopping to tell you this, Betsy. I, care, for, you."
Addison turned her head to look at the girl. "We want to adopt you."
"What?" the teen stared at them shocked, wondering if it was the truth. Most of all, Betsy wondered why. Indeed, she was sure they didn't really care.
"I've talked about it with Aria Stevens, and Kevin mentioned it the night he took you home from Compton. We want you, sweetheart. We want the best for you. And right now, we're the ones who can help you."
Betsy looked outside of the window, and the rest of the ride was silent.
When Kevin stopped the car, the girl got out slowly and waited for him to open the door. When he tried to stroke her cheek, she pulled away.
"We're going to the judge tomorrow morning. I'm calling now to schedule."
"Do you want to shower? Or something to eat?" Addison asked her softly, with a little smile.
"No. I don't want anything from you. I don't even want to be here."
The woman stared at her for a minute. "Well, the bathroom is upstairs and you've already slept in the guest-room. You know where the kitchen is, but no beers, alright? I'm serious. I need to talk to Kevin."
The teenager shrugged indifferently, and as soon as she disappeared she went to grab a bottle of wine. Addison only mentioned beer, right?
A/N: I'm sorry I didn't update sooner, but I went to France for a few days.
For IsabellaKhach: I wanted to answer to your PM but since you disabled it I can't. I think your story is fabulous and I have a few ideas; if you log in when you review I'll tell you :)
Oh, and I need a middle name for Betsy for next chapter. Ideas?