Chapter 13!

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A/N1: I DO NOT OWN INCEPTION!

She was sleeping on my bed, beside me. Hell, I couldn't believe it. Not in that moment.

I leave my bed and walked to the kitchen, and call Eames. I needed to talk with him.

"Eames, it's me"

"Hey, how are you my boy?"

"I need to talk to you. I'm going now"

"About what? You sound like something happened to you"

I sighed before I answered him.

"I'm not going to tell you this by phone. Hold on, I'm coming"

"Haha, I know what are you going to tell me. Let me guess, she's sleeping naked in your bed and-"

"Eames! Shut up!"

I walked to his flat, and saw him on his door, waiting for me.

"Let's get inside darling"

I followed him, and once we were inside, I sat on his couch and sighed on relief.

"Now tell me"

Eames's voice was full of wonder about what I was going to tell him.

"I told her. I told her that I love her and I kissed her"

"Keep going"

"We walked back to my apartment. I kissed her on the streets, like if we were a real couple. Everyone was looking at us, like projections. I didn't care Eames"

I never made any eye contact with the forger and kept my gaze over the floor.

"And...?" Eames wanted to know everything.

"Once we were at home, we kissed again, but this time was more deep. I took her to my room, and she fall over my bed. I was on top of her, and my hands were on her legs-"

"And...?"

"And when I open my eyes, I saw her. I saw her face. She was scared Eames"

My voice was trailed off, when I remembered her face.

My hands were on her legs, trying to touch them completely. Her pale skin, her softness, that dress, all that combination made me crazy. Her legs was open for me. My erection was notorious, and I knew she could feel it.

I broke our kiss, when I saw her face. She was scared.

"Philli-"

"I'm sorry uncle Arthur. I can't do this"

Her voice was almost a whisper. I kissed her on her cheek and I apologized to her.

"I'm a bastard, I know"

"No Arthie. Look at me"

Eames made me look at him. He could be the best person to piss me off, but he also could be my best friend.

"You're not a bastard. You just... followed your instincts that's all"

He tried to made me feel better, but I couldn't change my mood.

"I don't know Eames. I apologized to her like a million times, but no matter what I do, I feel like... like a abuser!"

"And what did she tell you?"

"That she loves me"

"I'm so sorry"

"It's ok, really. I... I would like to wait, sorry"

I sat on the edge of the bed, and she put her arms over my shoulders and rested her head on my right shoulder.

"You don't need to be sorry Philli"

"I love you"

"She's lovely. Arthur, don't worry. She said that everything is ok-"

"You know what else she told me? I told her that I was too old for her. I know that I will be tired when all she will want is going out and have fun I'll be too old to have children with her. And you know what she told me about that?"

My voice started to be more and more aloud. I wasn't really angry with anyone. I was angry with myself.

"What?"

"That she'll stay with me when I feel tired. She said that she want me in her future. She want me to be the father of her children"

"That's so sweet Arthie. Did you hear what you just say? She loves you"

He was right. She loved me.

"Thanks Eames"

"You're welcome, love. Now go back to bed, snuggle with her and be happy"

I woke up in the middle of the night, and I was alone. I became a little scared, but I heard some noises coming from the door. I got up, and I saw him. His hair was a mess, and his face was pale.

"Hey" I whispered to him. I kiss him and took his hand. We walked to his room.

We both were on the bed. I put my head over his chest, and he put one arm on my waist.

"Do you need me to sleep on my bed? Because-"

"It's ok"

I fall sleep. That was one of my best nights of my life.

A week later I was starting university. Uncle Eames and Arthur came with me the first day. I was wearing a dark grey skirt, a white shirt with a blue waistcoat and a pair of black flats(*)

"Congratulations darling"

"Thanks dad"

He hugged me.

"Don't call me dad, love"

"Why?"

"It makes me feel old"

His face was serious.

"I feel you like my real dad, since I don't have one"

"Really?"

"Yeah!"

I almost yelled my answer to him.

"I thought you keep telling me like that just- forget it. Call me dad, but not in front of the girls"

"I love you daddy"

I gave her a kiss on his cheek.

"Don't be jealous"

I winked at Arthur, who was standing beside me, waiting for me to go for my first class.

"Please, the students from the first year come to the first floor, to the conference room"

An old man told to all the students, with a french accent. Everyone started to move. It was time to say good bye to them.

"Thanks for coming"

"Be a good girl, my dear"

Uncle Eames gave a kiss on my cheek while I did the same.

"Are you coming home for lunch?"

Arthur asked me while he gave me my bag.

"Yes, you know I'll"

I kissed him on the cheek and leave them.

"Dom, I think you should call Arthur"

Ariadne was cooking, while she was trying to convince her husband to fix things with his daughter.

"I'll. But I don't think she'll like to talk to me"

Dom was hurt. He really loved her daughter, more than everyone could ever imagine.

"Just try"

Late that night, Eames, Arthur and Phillipa went out for dinner.

"How was your first day love? Did you made any friends?"

"It was awesome dad. I talk with some girls, but nothing more than that"

"Maybe you can introduce them to me"

Eames winked at her, and laughed.

"Daddy, you'll never change!"

"We need to plan something for your birthday darling. It'll be soon!"

The forger's voice sounded happy, like he was the one who was going to be celebrated.

"Yeah, I forgot it"

While they were having dinner, someone was calling at Arthur's phone, and leaving a message.

"Arthur, it's me Dom. I need to talk to you. Call me please"

Ah! What's going to happend with Dom?

A/N2: This story is going to turn a little darker in a couple of chapters. If you have an idea that you'll like to see/read on this story, or any suggestion, please make me know.

Like everyone, I just only see Phillipa at the end of the movie, when she turns her head to see her father. I imagine her like Summer Finn in (500) days of Summer, with brown hair and blue eyes. Deschanel's character in that movie gave me the inspiration I needed to imagine Phillipa like a eighteen years old woman.

I do not how I feel about her calling Eames 'dad'. I think it's sweet. How about you?

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