Chapter 15!

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A/N: I DO NOT OWN INCEPTION

"Is this-"

"Yes. Give it to her. Bye Eames. Please, call me... I need to know how is she doing"

"I will darling"

Dom leave Eames there, sitting on his couch with a scotch in one hand and the ring in the other.

The forger decided that the best was talk to Arthur about Dom's visit. He didn't want the point man and the extractor met in the city, when he said that Arthur was out of the country.

Walking over the streets made Eames think about the point man and his relationship with Phillipa. They were happy together, yes. But at some point, they'll need to face the facts. She'll need to talk to her father, and he'll know eventually about her and Arthur. And just think about Dom's reaction made him feel scared. Even when he wasn't the man involved.

"Hey dad. How are you? What are you doing here?"

Phillipa was closing the building's door when he arrived.

"Hey love. Everything's as good as you. Is Arthie here?"

"Yeah, he is. I'm going to buy something for dinner. Can you stay please? I'm cooking"

Her puppie eyes looked at him.

"Absolutly" His voice was warm and kind. The forger always had a special affection to her. Maybe was because she called him 'dad'.

Eames went to Arthur's apartment and knock the door.

"Honey, did you forget somet-"

Arthur didn't finish his sentence when he opened the door and saw the forger there, smiling at him.

"'honey'?"

"Shut up-"

"Dom is in Paris"

Phillipa walked down the streets to a little grocery. Se smiled at herself once she felt the breeze over her face. It was a sunny afternoon, strangely quite and calm. That was when she remembered her bad feeling. Something was making her heart beat heavily.

She stopped in a little greengrocery, where she used to buy always.

"Bonjour. Avez-vous des oignons et des carottes?" (Hello. Do you have some onions and carrots?)

The greengrocer nodded and went in on his shop, while she waited outside. She looked at his left side and saw him. Dom was buying something in the shop at the next door.

"What?"

"I was at home, drinking my scotch when he knocked my door. You should saw him. His eyes were red. Aparently, he saw her in the university and heard when she called me"

"She called you 'daddy' and he freaked out"

"He asked me how was she in university. I told her that she was doing well, that she's the first of her class. The truth"

"Did he asked for me?"

"He said something about a message. And I told im that you were out for a job and that Phillipa was living with me for some days"

"Why did you-"

"Because, you can't hide yourselves. Ask anyone, you two look each other like you just were the only person in the world. And Dom isn't a fool, is he?"

"No, he isn't. Thank you"

"Also, he gave me this"

Eames gave Arthur the little red box, and he opened.

"Fuck"

I didn't expect to see him in Paris. He was my bad feeling. I didn't want him to see me, but for some reason I just felt like he already did. But, if he saw me and he didn't talk to me, something had happend.

"C'est la vôtre. Quelque chose d'autre?" (It's yours. Something ese?) The greengrocer asked to me. I looked at him and I shook my head, saying no. I took a deep breath, turn around and walked like nothing happened.

But I felt like someone was following me. I keeped walking, trying to not gave it so much importance. He wasn't worth it.

"It's Mal's ring"

Arthur whispered to the forger and frowned. It was a little silver ring with a little pink diamond.

"Yes it is. Is his present for her"

"Should I gave her this ring?"

The point man hesitated a moment, but Eames asked him first.

"And why not?"

"Because she'll know that he was here-"

Eames cut him, and light up a cigarette.

"She'll know eventually Arthie. Gave it to her, she'll need it"

Once I arrived at home, I just forgot about him. My uncles were sitting on the couch, and they looked very serious. I smiled to both of them, and walked to the kitchen to made dinner. I think they were talking about something, and once I was there, they changed the subject.

"I'm going to make some pasta, is it ok to you?"

"Yes love!"

"Are you staying for dinner?"

"My little princess invite me, and I said yes"

I giggled a little when I heard them fighting. They both were so adorable together to me. I really loved them both. Arthur was everything I wanted always, and Eames was the father I needed in that time. They were my only family to me.

"I want to drink uncle Eames, be fair!"

"But I'm fair darling. You'll drink with me once you get eighteen. I promise"

"You promise?"

"I promise"

It was Phillipa's sixteen birthday, and everyone was drinking beer, except for her and Arthur, who was drinking vine. Eames promesed her that he was going to take her to have some drinks once she get eighteen.

"Over my dead body, Eames"

"Hey, take it easy Dom. I'll take care-"

"Enough Eames. I prefer Arthur taking her out instead of you"

A moments later, they sat over the table for dinner. Arthur sat on the head of the table, Phillipa at her right side, and Eames at his left.

"Hey, would you like to go for some drinks?"

Phillipa asked to Eames, who was finishing his dinner.

"Let's go. I don't have plans for tonight"

"I don't think is a good idea"

Arthur interrupted their talk, with a serious tone on his voice.

"C'mon Arthur, is going to be fun! It's for my birthday, please!"

He sighed and looked at Eames, who was smiling at him.

"Fine"

"But only my dad and I-"

"Why?"

"Because he promessed me before, don't be jealous"

"I'm not-"

He looked at Eames, and frowned.

"Yes you are-"

"I'm not jealo-"

"Yes you are!"

They were fighting like kids for a girl. Phillipa giggled a little before made them stop.

"Enough! You are like kids. Dad, give me five minutes"

Philipa leave them and walked to her room. Arthur looked at Eames and grabbed him by his neck shirt.

"Be careful Eames"

"Hey, be careful, this shirt is new!"

"Just... bring her sober. Ok?"

"Ok. You don't need to worry, she's like my... Oh my, look at you doll!"

Phillipa appeared behind Arthur, wearing a little black dress, with low cut in front, and short enogh to show her white and long legs.

Arthur And Eames were open-mouthed, speechless.

"You're not going out wearing... that"

He pointed with his finger at her dress.

"Oh Arthur, I'm turning eighteen in what? Two hours? Just a few drinks and dad is gonna take me home-"

"Phillipa-"

She gave him a little kiss on his cheek and took him to his room.

"We'll talk about this when I come back. I need to talk with Eames, please"

He was sitting on his bed, holding her by her waist. He rested his head on her stomach and sighed before looked at her.

"Ok, be carefull"

"I'll. Love you"

She leave Arthur's apartment with Eames, and they walked to the nearest bar. It was lovely, with a futuristic deccòr.

"So princess, what you want to talk about?"

She looked at him, annd before said something, she took a sip of his beer.

"I want to do it with Arthur"

Ah!

I'm on bed, heart problems, nothing too serious. But i'm leaving on monday, so I think this is the last chapter, before I'm back (In a week).

I'll miss writting, but I'll back baby's!

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